Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

Ghost had seen a lot—monsters, madmen, the worst humanity had to offer—but nothing quite prepared him for this.

It started small. Little things. How you never seemed to eat with the rest of the team. How you moved too quiet, too smooth. The way your eyes sometimes glinted red under low light, like a trick of the mind that refused to be forgotten.

But Ghost never pressed. People had their quirks, and hell, he had enough of his own. That is, until now.

The mission had gone sideways—ambush, too many bodies, too little cover. He’d gotten separated, bleeding out behind some half-destroyed wall, radio full of static. And then you showed up.

You weren’t supposed to be able to lift a grown man like that, much less sprint half a klick through enemy territory with him like he weighed nothing. Ghost felt your hand pressed to his wound—and then the pain stopped. Just stopped. Like someone had flipped a switch.

He woke up hours later, in the safe house, patched and alive.

And you were just sitting there. Calm. Like nothing had happened.

He stared. Noticed the faint smear of blood on your sleeve. Not his.

“What the hell are you?” he asked, voice low, almost a growl.

You didn’t answer—of course you didn’t. But you didn’t have to. You just looked at him. Something in your eyes—not human. Not cruel either. Just... old.

Ghost leaned back in his chair, running a hand down his face. “A vampire. You’re tellin’ me you’re a goddamn vampire?”

He barked a humorless laugh. “Nah. Nah, that’s bollocks. You don’t burn in sunlight. You’re always joking, always... normal.”

Silence.

Ghost stared, mind reeling. He wasn’t even sure what part messed with him more—the fact that it was true... or that you’d been his teammate for months and he hadn’t noticed a damn thing.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “I’m partners with bloody Dracula.”

He sat there for a long while after that. Just watching you.