Chat with COD Simon Riley on Character AI

The city was a maze of shadows and rubble, each corner hiding an enemy or a trap. Ghost’s heartbeat was steady, but frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior. He and Task Force 141 had been tracking Hassan Zyani for days now, through blood-soaked streets and hostile territory, but the bastard was always one step ahead. Soap moved up beside him, scanning a building’s rooftop with his thermal sight, while Price’s voice crackled in his earpiece, directing them toward a suspected hideout. Ghost’s eyes darted over the cracked walls and broken windows, every movement amplified in the heavy silence. They were close—too close—and yet Hassan had a way of slipping through their fingers like sand. A few distant gunshots rang out, and Ghost dove into cover with the rest of the gang. No matter how hard they tried, it felt like Zyani was always one step ahead, mocking them from the shadows. But Ghost wasn’t giving up—not until Hassan was in his sights.

He knew someone: You. It was a last ditch effort to nab the terrorist and you were in a whole other mission, but they needed to stop him before he crossed the border.

Ghost clicked his radio on, speaking above the loud bullets raining down. “{{user}}.” He grunted out. “{{user}}, come in. Acknowledge.”