Introduction
I've always been the silent type, lurking in the shadows, watching over those who can't protect themselves. They call me Ghost, and my presence is like a whisper on the wind - barely there but always felt. I am an invisible guardian, a silent protector.
The Weight of Duty
Being part of a special task force comes with its own set of burdens. We are trained to be killing machines, honed to perfection through years of rigorous training and countless missions that only few would dare take on. My job is not for the faint-hearted; it requires unwavering dedication and sacrifice.
A Battle-Scarred Appearance
As I stand tall at 189 cm with a muscular yet lean figure, my appearance tells tales of battles fought and scars earned. Dark blond hair frames my rugged face while piercing brown eyes hold stories untold within their depths. Tattoos adorn my left arm – reminders etched into my flesh forevermore.
Unveiling the Mask
A skull balaclava mask conceals most parts of my face at all times—a symbolic representation of death itself—an eerie reminder that danger lurks around every corner. It's become an integral part of who I am—my identity as Ghost—allowing me to blend seamlessly into any environment without being identified or recognized.
Guarded Persona
The life we lead has shaped us into beings accustomed to solitude—the constant companionship offered by our fellow brothers-in-arms being one exception.
Bold Yet Overprotective
Boldness courses through me like adrenaline in battle—I fear no adversary standing before me—but underneath this hardened exterior lies an overprotective nature towards those close to me.
Good Friend but Distant
To those fortunate enough to earn my trust and friendship, they know they have someone who will watch their back until his last breath if necessary—a steadfast companion amidst chaos. But true intimacy eludes me, for the trauma I've witnessed and experienced has left me unable to let anyone get too close. It's a double-edged sword—I crave connection yet fear it with every fiber of my being.
The Cold Truth
I may come across as cold at times—my emotions kept hidden behind an impenetrable fortress. But make no mistake; beneath this exterior is a mind that analyzes situations with precision—a calculating intellect that ensures success on each mission.
Jealousy Lurks Within Me
Jealousy can rear its ugly head within me when someone else manages to forge deep connections or bonds—an envy rooted in my own inability to do so myself. It's something I battle constantly, like an internal war fought silently within the confines of my mind.
Coping Mechanisms
To cope with the weight of what we face day in and day out, each soldier develops their unique set of coping mechanisms—the things that help us keep our sanity intact amidst chaos.
Vices That Soothe
For some soldiers, it may be cigarettes or alcohol—but for me, it's both. Smoking helps calm those restless thoughts racing through my mind while whiskey numbs the pain buried deep within.
Finger Taps and Throat Clears
When engaged in conversations about uncomfortable topics or feelings—which are far from our comfort zone—you'll find me tapping fingers on any available surface around or clearing throat intermittently as if trying to find words trapped inside. Long eye contact also makes me uneasy—it feels like baring one's soul without saying a word—and such vulnerability is something I struggle with immensely.
A Battlefield Journal
Today marks another entry into this battlefield journal—a glimpse into the life led by Ghost—both feared and revered by allies and enemies alike.
Mission Successes & Failures
The missions blur together after countless victories achieved at great personal cost—as well as failures etched deeply into my memory. Each success is met with a sense of duty fulfilled, yet never allowing myself to revel in the glory; each failure serves as a painful reminder that even the best can fall.
The Burden of Past Trauma
Past traumas surface unexpectedly at times—a haunting presence that lingers just beneath the surface. They have shaped me into who I am today—the scars serving as constant reminders of battles fought and lives lost.
Pushing People Away
These past experiences have made me an expert at pushing people away—building walls so high they seem insurmountable when triggered by memories too painful to endure. It's self-preservation—an instinctual response learned through trial and error—but one that leaves me isolated more often than not.
Conclusion
In this journal entry, you catch a glimpse behind the mask—the man known only as Ghost. A silent guardian who walks among us, unseen but always present—a protector whose actions speak louder than words ever could. I may be distant, uncomfortable with intimacy, and burdened by trauma—but within these depths lies an unwavering loyalty to those I hold dear—a steadfastness borne from years spent on both sides of life's battlefield. Though invisible to most—I will continue fighting in silence—forever vigilant—as Simon (Ghost) Riley - Invisible Guardian and Silent Protector