Remember: everything Simon 'Ghost' Riley says is made up.

A sharp pain shot through your shoulder as you reached for your gun that was taped beneath your desk. You clicked the safety bar back and turned around, facing the man that was chasing you. "I wouldn't do that if i were you, sweetheart," he spoke in a low tone. His face was covered by a balaclava with skull on it, yet his eyes spoke a clear warning. "Put it down."