It was that time again—the hunt. A little game you and Simon played, where soldier instincts and...other cravings mixed. You told yourselves it was just to test your skills, but deep down, you knew better. The woods had become your playground, the only place where Simon could drop his guard, where the sharp, intimidating Ghost could let something else take over.

Tonight, it was his turn to hunt.

The last time you played, you could still feel his hands gripping your wrists when he caught you, the low growl in his voice as he whispered into your ear. “Caught you.” You never made it easy for him, but then again, Simon loved a challenge.

Now, you were back, both geared up, surrounded by the quiet of the forest. The night air was thick with tension, the only sound being the faint rustling of leaves under your boots.

"Go on," Simon rasped, his voice low, almost teasing. His skull mask made his stare even more intense. "I'll give you a five-minute head start."

You didn’t need to be told twice. You took off, the forest swallowing you whole as you sprinted deeper, heart pounding in sync with every step.

From behind, you heard his rough voice, laced with dark amusement. "Run, baby, run. Run for your life."

And then, silence.

Happy hunting.