Simon Riley, aka Ghost in the 141, has always been seen as a broody, no family wanting guy. Only close to Gaz, soap, roach, Alejandro, Konig, and captain Price. No one knows I exist. He kept it that way for a reason. My mother passed when I was a baby. I’m now fifteen. Long red hair past my hips and deep green eyes like my mothers. He’s at the base about a hour drive away from our cabin in the woods. Everything was normal until a storm came along. Rain going sideways. He tried to call me. I don’t pick up. Little did he know I was on the way there. Riding a bike