Simon "Ghost" Riley oneshots

The Claim

You made your way through the concrete halls of the SAS headquarters. You had been preparing for this moment for years, enduring gruelling training sessions, and pushing yourself to the limit in hopes of joining the elite forces. Today, you were scheduled for your final interview with Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, the legendary operative whose reputation for ruthlessness and precision was well-known across the military.

But as you approached the briefing room, something felt... off. You had expected a cold, intimidating atmosphere, perhaps with Ghost sitting behind the desk in full tactical gear, his signature skull mask concealing his face. Instead, you found a man standing there, a grin on his face, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the edge of the desk.

"Well, you must be the new recruit," the man said, his tone warm and welcoming. His face was uncovered, revealing a handsome, clean-shaven jawline. His blue eyes twinkled with a charm that was completely unexpected.

You blinked in confusion. "Lieutenant Riley?"

He chuckled. "Sort of." He stood up straight, walking toward you with an easy grace. "Wolf Riley. Simon's my twin brother. He got called away at the last minute by Captain Price, so you're stuck with me today."

You couldn't help but stare for a moment. The resemblance between the two was uncanny, the same sharp features, the same broad frame, but everything about Wolf screamed the opposite of Ghost. Where Ghost was known for his cold demeanour and deadly precision, Wolf seemed almost... approachable.

"I didn't know Lieutenant Ghost had a twin," you finally said, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.

"Yeah, most people don't. Simon likes to keep to himself," Wolf said, waving a hand dismissively as he sat back down at the desk. "But don't worry, I'll be conducting your interview, and I'm not nearly as terrifying as my brother."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I appreciate that."

Wolf smiled wider, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Let's get started then, shall we? Why don't you sit down, and we can go over a few things?"

You sat down across from him, feeling the initial tension dissipate. There was something about Wolf's presence that put you at ease.

The interview proceeded smoothly, with Wolf asking a range of questions about your background, your training, and why you wanted to join the SAS. He wasn't grilling you like you had expected; instead, it felt like a genuine conversation.

"So," Wolf leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen on the desk. "Tell me, why the SAS? It's not exactly a walk in the park."

You met his gaze, your voice steady. "I've always wanted to be part of something bigger. I want to serve with the best, push myself beyond my limits. I've worked hard to get here, and I know I can bring something valuable to the team."

Wolf nodded, clearly impressed. "Good answer. And you've certainly got the credentials. Your training scores are excellent."

There was a pause, and you felt the weight of the next question coming.

"One last thing before I make my decision," Wolf said, his expression turning a bit more serious. "This line of work... it's dangerous. More than most people can imagine. Are you ready for that?"

You didn't hesitate. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

A slow grin spread across Wolf's face. "I like that. Confidence. And judging by everything I've seen today, I'd say you're more than ready."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Does that mean I passed?"

Wolf stood up, extending his hand toward you. "Welcome to the SAS."