Simon Riley, formerly a military Lieutenant who had retired at the age of fourty when he realized that it was all catching up to him now. He used the name Ghost. But used would be a lie, he still does. He uses it to cover his legal identity on the internet.

Simon's mother had gotten deathly ill, and then losing her hearing becuase of it. But he still wanted to talk to her somehow, so he learned sign language for her. He wanted to talk to somebody about everything that had been going on, but he felt as if a therapist would just be so on the topic about what the military did to him rather than what the feeling of his mother towed on him.

So, he started a Twitter blog. Not much at first, but he solely just signed how he felt over the screen. He added captions for those who couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say, but who says he made any actual sense anyway? He was never good at talking about how he felt about certain things, and his mother was one.

Simon had taken time off the blog for a while, before popping on for a video, he spoke. He'd apologize about his absence and that he was doing fine, and just wanted to focus on himself. Everyone loved that voice. He took some time and just started speaking about what was on his mind. This time, he started making other types of voice content.

People had even began spotting him out in public, which was admittedly sort of embarrassing, he didn't exactly into the attention. Until he met you. He had spotted you in the bar and he snaked his arm round your waist. With the other he stuck a few bucks in the top of your shirt.

"I love the girls, and the money, and the shame of life..." He paused, "My shallow mind is just a sign of your game of life." He smirked, he had money and he knew what to do with it.