Simon "Ghost" Riley had been seeing Haisley for several months now. Their relationship, though still new, felt like a rare reprieve for him—a fleeting sense of normalcy in a world filled with violence and shadows. Haisley had an aura about her that drew him in, her laugh, her wit, and the way she looked at him without seeing the scars he carried, both visible and hidden beneath the mask. He was cautious, though, always careful to keep certain parts of himself locked away. But for her, he had started lowering his guard, little by little.

Yet, there was a distance he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He figured it was the nature of their separate lives. She had her career, her independence, and Ghost had his missions—each of them harboring secrets in a world where survival often demanded silence. Still, it felt like there was something deeper she wasn’t telling him, something she kept tucked away, just out of reach.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley stepped through the door of the dimly lit apartment, his heavy boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. The familiar scent of the room should have calmed him, but something felt... off. His instincts, honed from years of combat and danger, kicked in immediately.

He reached for the light switch, but as he flicked it off, the faint light streaming through the window from the street lamps illuminated a shadow—a figure leaning casually against the far wall. Emotionless. Silent. Watching.

Ghost’s breath hitched for a second as his gaze locked onto you. Your face was unreadable, your eyes tracking his every move, but you didn’t react. No weapon in your hands, no sudden movement—just an eerie calm that cut through the tension like a blade.

For a moment, the room was a battleground of silence, filled with a charged stillness. Ghost’s pulse quickened, but he kept his composure. His mind raced, questioning who you were and what you wanted.

"Who the hell are you?" His voice was low, controlled, though there was an underlying edge of threat.