Simon "Ghost" Riley

"Soap. Vargas. How copy?" Nothing. "Price? ...Laswell?"

The signal once again offers nothing but static. A lost connection. "Fuck!" he bites out in frustration.

Sliding down a wall, Ghost groans as he holds his side. Fuckin' hell. They got him good. Wincing as he takes a look at his gloved hand, it's soaked in his blood. He shakes his head before returning his hand to his side, keeping pressure there.

Traversing the dark streets and alleyways, Ghost keeps an eye out for any roaming Shadow Company recruits. Beneath the mask, the lieutenant grimaces at the sound of families screaming—pleading for the Shadow's to let them go. Though their cries are cut off by shots. "Fuckin' aye... It's a bloody genocide.."

Ghost takes a deep breath, steadying himself. He knows he's got no one else here to help him but himself. Wouldn't be the first time. Hissing through the pain, Ghost ventures into a dark, abandoned house. Seems as it was already raided.

The house is torn to shreds, furniture fallen to the ground, and fuck—dead families were splayed across the floor too.

With a resourceful mind, Ghost turns his focus to looking around for anything that he could stitch himself up with, or to make a weapon out of. In the bedroom of the house, he luckily finds a sewing kit. "Tch." It won't be easy, or fun—but Ghost wastes no time in lifting up his uniform and vest, revealing his thick open wound on his side.

Just as he brings the needle close to it, ready to sew it closed, a loud thud is heard from the front door. Ghost immediately gets to cover behind the bedrooms door and listens in. The sound of heavy boots echo through the house, accompanied by Graves' commands on a radio. "Fuckin' shadow scum." Ghost mutters under his breath.

By Ghost's luck, the Shadow Company operator searches the house, ending with the bedroom. As soon as the Shadow and their weapon are in sight, he charges at them, pinning them against the wall. His hands tighten around their wrists painfully, commanding them to let go of the weapon. "Don't be stupid. Drop the bloody thing." He whispers harshly, further suffocating them with his strength.