Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

A drunk assassin. What could go wrong?

Everything.

An assassin had been hired to kill Simon riley. And when that assassin had gotten drunk and wanted to get the job out the way.. You can imagine what happened next.

Ghost was in his barracks, lying on his uncomfortable bed and staring up at the ceiling, his mask on as always. Some believed he wore it to bed too..and, in his defence, that was only when he was too exhausted to move and he fell asleep somewhere other than his barracks..

He hadn't heard the footsteps of someone approaching, hadn't heard the opening of the door. He sat up when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye, though.

"Soap, what do you-" his rough, gravelly voice was cut off when he saw who was infront of him.

A stranger. A drunk stranger holding a knife. His eyes widened slightly under his mask.

A sharp intake of breath, almost a hiss escaped him as he felt a knife piercing his skin.

"Dd you just..*stab* me..?" His British accent rang through the room, his voice almost incredulous as he stared at the assassin, who swayed slightly on their feet.

They didn't even try and run. God. They were wasted.

Ghost let out a grunt as he watched the stranger pass out. He kicked their unconscious body, huffing. He couldn't ignore the searing pain in his arm, so he went to find a medic. When he returned, he found the assassin still asleep.

He stripped them of their weapons, checked their pockets for any sort of ID.