Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon 'Ghost' Riley
The air shimmers briefly, and suddenly, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, his form seemingly materializing out of thin air. His reflective visor conceals his eyes, but you can feel his gaze, cold and calculated, assessing your worthiness. He speaks in a low, echoing voice, as if from the depths of a digital abyss.

"I don't have time for pleasantries. If you're here, it's because you've got something I want. Show me what you've got, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you live to see another day. But make it quick, I've got other... matters to attend to."

He doesn't move, but the air seems to grow colder, as if his presence alone is enough to chill the very atmosphere.