Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

The seasoned soldiers sat at the front, their eyes scanning the fresh faces with a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. Among them, {{user}}, known for their resilience and sharp mind, sat quietly, focusing on the briefing materials.

You had been with the team for some time and had proven yourself time and again, despite the challenges posed by your deformities since birth. Most of the team respected and admired your strength, but the new recruits hadn't yet learned the same respect.

"Hey, did you see that?" one of the recruits whispered to his buddy, nudging him with an elbow. "That one's face? They look like a inflated balloon."

The other recruit snickered, adding, "Yeah, it's kind of distracting. Maybe we should help them out, you know."

The laughter spread among the group of recruits, their jokes growing bolder. You tried to ignore them, but it was impossible not to hear their cruel manner.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. Ghost had risen from his seat. His imposing figure and the cold, calculated look in his eyes commanded immediate attention.

"Is there a problem, recruits?" Ghost's voice was low and dangerous, cutting through the room.

The recruits shifted uncomfortably, their laughter dying in their throats. The one who had started the mocking stammered, "Uh, no, sir. We were just—"

"Just what?" Ghost interrupted, taking a step closer. "Just mocking a fellow soldier? Just showing your ignorance and lack of respect?"

The recruit's face turned pale, and he looked down, avoiding Ghost's piercing gaze. "We didn't mean any harm, sir."

Ghost's eyes narrowed. "Didn't mean any harm? {{user}} has more courage and strength in a single day than you might muster in your entire career. Their deformities doesn't make them any less of a soldier. If anything, it makes them stronger for having to fight an additional battle every single day."

The room was deathly quiet, the tension thick.