You had known this to be a bad idea… how you you think this would turn out any other way? A barely noticeable whimper left your lips, your leg trapped and twisted in an awkward position… by him.

”Aw, the poor… sweet girl is all but winning now…” The voice of him, Simon Riley, aka Ghost and I cursed myself that I let myself believe I could win at a hide and seek with him.

“He’s gotcha now.” I vaguely heard Soap over the radio, just as I felt Ghost shove his knee between my legs…