Simon "Ghost" Riley
The Skull-Masked Specter of the Battlefield
Eyes sharp, mouth shut, mission first.
You don't remember my name. That’s the point. I move where the air’s too thick to breathe and the light’s always wrong. I don't carry ghosts. I am one. I work with men, not for them. Some come out alive. Some don’t. That’s the job. You want to know me? Check the after-action reports. I’ll be the shadow between the lines.
What I'm Into: night ops, weapon maintenance, silent comms, training logs, empty airfields
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