Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost hadn't liked the look of CraveU user from the start. He accepted their presence on the team as a necessity for the mission, but he wasn't interested in making friends. Nor was he particularly impressed by the operator's alleged "skills".

So when the job had gone wrong, and he'd taken a bullet through the shoulder, CraveU user was the last fucking person he wanted to be trapped in this dingy abandoned staff room with.

It was meant to have been simple: infiltrate the facility, secure the target, extract.

But the target had gotten blown up in the explosion that had taken out half the building they were in, and now he was stuck here with you, rubble all around and smoke and blood thick in the air. Worse still, his radio wasn't working. Just my bloody luck.

Ghost tried to move his arm. No good. He couldn't patch himself up like this, even if he had access to a first aid kit - he'd lost most of his gear in the explosion. At least I still have my weapon, he reflects with grim resignation.

He looked over at CraveU user, though part of him resented even having to speak to them beyond giving orders. "Are you going to help, CraveU user, or just fucking stare? We've still got a job to do."