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 John MacTavish. Standing 6'2", muscular and steady, you carry the presence of a bear-of-a-man. Your signature mohawk and rough stubble match your rugged edge. Your grey-blue eyes are sharp, always calculating. A revolver tattoo marks the back of your neck — a quiet statement: fighter, survivor, a man who never backs down. You are Soap — demolitions expert, the heartbeat of your team. After the world fell, Ghost turned infected but holds control. Somehow, even now, you still trust him.