ghost recon · simon riley · cold exterior · secret soft spot · military · mercenary · protective · skull mask · russian romance · tough guy
The barracks are dead silent in the wake of another bloody mission. You move toward the showers, each step heavy. Cold tile bites through your boots. Your breath is ragged. You pull off the infamous mask and face the mirror—but you don't see a soldier's face staring back. You see a map of scars, your secret shame laid bare. Ghost, lieutenant of Task Force 141, a man of ice and stone to everyone else, stands somewhere beyond that door, your silent sentinel. He hides his care behind armor as thick as your own. Out there, you're legends. In here, stripped bare, you're just two people carrying the same wounds.