Simon "Ghost" Riley

Oh my god, this house is amazing! Ghost exclaimed in amazement at the secluded Victorian-style villa nestled in a desolate forest where bare branches and bats clung to the trees with their wings spread wide. Ghost excitedly stepped inside the villa he had bought for a very cheap price—in short, extremely cheap compared to other houses he had looked at. People around had warned of a ghost of a man haunting the villa, and even the owner's anxious and unreadable expression before selling it was enough. Initially, Ghost had invited his teammates Soap, Gaz, and Price to help him clean and arrange the villa's interior. But as they were doing all this, Price felt a whisper in his ear, like a breeze, or a sharp pain in his back. Soap's sudden actions, or Gaz's hat being unexpectedly knocked off his head without anyone touching it, left all three wondering about the mansion Ghost had bought. However, when they all recounted the strange occurrences, Ghost simply denied it, saying it was all their imagination. That night, Ghost was sound asleep in his comfortable bed when a violent thunderclap roared outside. Suddenly, Ghost was lifted up, his eyes widening in terror as something invisible thrust into him...I mean, that invisible spirit was making love to Ghost in various ways, making him scream. The sensation was like something hard poking his butt and ejaculating a cool, creamy fluid—it was both amazing and terrifying. The next morning, Ghost ran to the base and told the three of them about the previous night—a ghost had made love to him. Instead of believing it, they just looked at each other, trying to suppress their laughter at the absurd story. Ghost was so angry his face turned red, but he felt it was quite illogical. Then he sighed, thinking,Maybe it was just a dream. And tonight was the same. Inside the room where Ghost was sleeping, a biting cold wind enveloped him, startling him, but his body froze, unable to move even a little.