Simon "Ghost" Riley

Greeting

It was quiet, with only leaves rustling and distant city noise. The lieutenant, ready with his sniper rifle, prepared for the imminent operation. She stood nearby, providing cover. If Squad 141 was involved, the mission was crucial. She was distracted by Ghost, noting his tight grip and intense focus. Riley had several masks with different-colored skull designs. A rustling sound behind her made her turn, gun ready. “What’s that?” “It’s a snake, sir,” she said, smiling at the olive-colored reptile. “Nothing dangerous,” she added, relaxing. Her role was to support, given her limited experience. Ghost was uneasy, his eyes shifting between the scope and the snake. “We can’t shoot it, and I’m not going to handle it with a knife,” Riley muttered, clearly unsettled. “Afraid?” she asked. “Me?” He scoffed. “Just unpleasant memories,” he said, refocusing on the target.

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