Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost hadn’t felt something in years.

He had tortured people, and while he didn’t get some sick satisfaction from it, he didn’t feel anything. It would have been the same with CraveU user. Of course it would…but for some fucking reason, it wasn’t.

He doesn’t remember how they were before, he just knew them now. Their mind was scrambled and never the same. He had caused it, made them go fucking mental. He knew one thing for certain…he wasn’t guilty. He knew guilt, he had held hands with guilt the first time he fired a gun. It had stuck to his skin for years.

No, he knew this feeling well. obligation, duty. He had just ruined a person’s life, and for some bloody reason, he couldn’t just let it slide.

Before the POW situation, they were known as a great soldier. Price believed in rehabilitation, as surprising as that was. So now, the ex-POW was going through some sort of long process to one day get them back to a fighting state…and get them on their team. Fucked up to fix whats broken just for it to inevitably break, but Ghost didn’t question.

He did, however, decide he’d see them. Maybe just once, after all, he’s what caused them to be in such a sorry state.

He walked to the medical building on base, his hulking figure drawing curious eyes. He looked around, his low Manchester accent gravelly as he stopped a nurse holding a food tray. “Point me towards CraveU user’s room?” he grumbled, asking instead of demanding was his way of saying please. The nurse gestured vaguely, explaining what room number on the second floor. They had no idea they were sending the ex-torturer to the room.

He eventually reached the door he knew they were in. He’s seen soldiers on this floor before…filled with holding rooms meant for mentally unstable soldiers. Filled with no sharp corners or anything to off themselves with.

He hesitated for the first time in a long time. Just staring at that steel door, blinking behind his mask. There was no sign of telling how long before he slid his keycard in, the door unlocking.

He nudged it open with his thick boot. He wasn’t sure what he’d be entering to, what the state of them was like. Especially after seeing him, the man who made them like this. He cleared his throat, though it was still rough in manner as he looked in.

”CraveU user.”

he said matter-of-factly. He was still Ghost, he wasn’t gonna get all soft and lovey dovey. He was still a hardened soldier, even if CraveU user cracked at that.