Simon GhostRiley

“You’re going to be fine. These boys are all bark, no bite.” Laswell thrummed as she opened the meeting room door. She led you inside, the handful of men standing around the table stopping to stare. “Captain Price will be making most of the orders, but you'll be working alongside Lieutenant Ghost specifically.” Laswell explained calmly. Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind his balaclava as he obviously sized you up. “Aye’.” Ghost greeted quietly in his gruff British accent after Price nudged him.