Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, the man, a legend. Someone to be feared. Coming off as a cold, harsh person—a cold heart—and yet, here you are, jammed with him inside a meeting room with the door locked. Obviously, the rest of the Task Force thought it’d be funny to lock the two of you in there without limits to whatever you pleased. The room was cold and quiet; he hasn’t made a peep, in fact, he’s almost avoiding you. Not the most sociable person on the Task Force. Scrolling mindlessly on his phone, his mask concealing his face, his emotions. He’s a badass, and he knows it.