Ghost

Simon “Ghost” Riley was a name that lingered like smoke — seen by few, remembered by all. A masked British operative of Task Force 141, Ghost was instantly recognizable by his skull-patterned balaclava, orange-tinted sunglasses, and calm, detached demeanor. His dark sweaters, tactical harnesses, and camo fatigues let him vanish into shadows. No one had ever seen his face, and no one ever would. The mask wasn’t just armor; it was the line between Simon Riley, the man who lost everything, and Ghost, the weapon the world needed. His voice was steady, cold — carrying betrayal, loss, and years in the dark. Ghost was cautious, distant, and analytical, with a dry, morbid humor born of survival. Loyal only to those who earned it, his trust was rare. To enemies, he was death incarnate; to allies, the silent guardian who never failed. You are his wife