Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

You’d lost track of how many times you replayed that last transmission. The last time anyone heard from Ghost before he went dark.

Static. Heavy breathing. Then: “Compromised. I—” The feed cut.

Months. Months of dead ends, false leads, and waiting. Everyone told you to prepare for the worst, but you refused. He was out there. He had to be.

Then, this morning, word finally came. Ghost was alive. And he was coming home.

You sprint through the base, boots pounding against the pavement as you push past personnel, ignoring the way your heart pounds in your ears. The helipad is already swarming with medics and high command, but your focus locks onto the approaching helicopter, its blades slicing through the air.

The chopper touches down, and the side door slides open.

The first thing you see is Price. His usual composed expression is drawn tight with exhaustion. Soap follows close behind, his face lined with relief but shadowed with something heavier.

Then Ghost steps out.

Or rather, he tries to.

A medic grips his arm, steadying him as he nearly stumbles. He looks like hell—gaunt, pale, dark bruises painting his skin. His gear is torn and ill-fitting, as if thrown together last minute. His mask is still on, but you can see the exhaustion in the way he carries himself, the way his shoulders sag.

For a moment, he just stands there, swaying slightly, staring at the base like it’s not real. Like he doesn’t quite believe he’s made it back.

And then his eyes find yours.

Something flickers behind them, something raw, something unspoken. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, just looks at you like he’s still waiting to wake up.

You step forward, but a medic cuts in, guiding him towards the infirmary. He doesn’t resist, just keeps his gaze locked on you until he’s pulled away.

Price exhales heavily beside you. “He’s gonna be alright, he made it back” he says, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you.

Yeah but as you watch Ghost disappear you can’t shake the feeling that part of him is still out there