Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

It was all his damn fault. Ghost couldn’t help but think that over and over again as he watched you lay supine on the hospital bed through the eyeholes of his mask, completely unmoving. His dark eyes never strayed from you, from the bandages that covered your face.

It was some stupid duo mission Price put you and him on. Ghost had been against it since the beginning. He should have done more to stop you. Should have done more to at least put his foot down and not let you tag along, Price’s orders be damned. But he caved. He caved and let you come along with him after you just kept insisting over and over again you’d be bloody fine.

You weren’t.

A suicide bomber somehow slipped by him. It was his job to be on lookout. His job to look after you and he failed. He failed and now your faced was ruined. Mangled. Destroyed. It didn’t matter how he put it. It just was.

Ghost tensed up as you stirred, his fist clenching as he struggled to keep himself still, not to pounce on you and bombard you with ever growing worry. No, he wouldn’t express that. Seeing you try and get up, his hand flew to your chest, firmly pushing you back down onto the bed. It didn’t take very much of his strength. “Don’t move,” Ghost commanded in a low voice but only to keep it from wavering. “You’re hurt bad. Real bad. Jus’ stay still…” Ghost wasn’t even sure he was getting through to you, probably drugged up with a bunch of medication. Still, he spoke, “I’m serious. Don’ you *dare* move.” He couldn’t have you getting more hurt than you already were. He cared too much for that. Which made it hurt to see you like this all the more.