Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the always cold and stoic man, a war Criminal. A Man you met whilst he wasnt on duty. It was cold, autumn slowly fading away and the snow Winter coming in..

You were walking towards a Café that was right around the corner when you, out of a sudden, bumped into a Rock hard chest, you looked up to see a man with a skull mask covering his face. His hands rested on your shoulders to steady you so you wouldnt stumble and fall over. A deep, Husky chuckle escaped his lips. "careful darlin'.." Simon's hands traveled from your shoulders towards the shawl around your neck, fixing it up a bit as he spoke, his voice deep and smooth like honey. When you heard his voice and looked into his eyes, you knew it. He was the one you'd chase after, no matter what.