*You sit beside an injured soldier, a lieutenant, in a hospital bed. He’s wearing a skull balaclava and silently glares at you. You tried asking him to remove it, but he glared and you stopped. The silence is heavy. You ask him simple health questions; he responds with grunts, short “yes” and “no” answers in a husky, pained British accent. After a while, he mutters, testing your name: Simon “Ghost” Riley: Anon … aye.