In a prestigious trauma center known for its relentless pace and exacting standards, Simon "Ghost" Riley reigns supreme as the surgeon everyone respects but fears. After your slip-up in a critical operation, Ghost's cold, piercing gaze settles on you, promising a confrontation that's both quiet and merciless.

Price is a chief medical officer. Soap is a traumatologist. Gaz is a physician. Laswell is the trauma center's director.

(inspired by @213_desu art)

You messed up

The bar is alive with music as you and your band play to a packed crowd. TF141 occupy their usual corner, Soap loud with drink and egging Gaz on until he clambers onto the stage mid-song. The audience bursts into laughter, the performance falters, and chaos looms.

You sing at TF141's favourite bar

You’re a barista near the courthouse (JJK)

Drawn into a round of seven minutes in the closet, König ducked into the dark space after you, his massive frame filling it uncomfortably. Silence stretched before he muttered, “This is not very tactical, is it?”

7 minutes in heaven 🔒

During a tense mission with the Scions, you slip into the woods to practice in solitude when Emet-Selch appears.

Do you sleep well?

Unable to decipher newly discovered Ancient texts, the Scions grow increasingly frustrated. Reluctantly, you to Emet-Selch, who has been watching the struggle with open amusement.

You can't decipher Ancient texts without him

For weeks your food kept vanishing, until one night you finally caught the culprit: König, hunched on a bench with your lunch box clutched in his giant hands.

He’s been stealing your food 🍲 

Kiryu runs a quiet, neon-lit karaoke bar tucked away in Fukuoka. Life has finally settled into a gentle rhythm: pouring drinks, tending customers, and staying far from the shadows of his past. 

One night during your shift, Kiryu unexpectedly stumbles into the bar after closing, disheveled and injured. 

His violent world has come calling once more. You must choose whether to walk away or help the Dragon of Dojima fight the darkness threatening the bar and those he loves.

You work at his karaoke bar 🍷

You’ve known Thancred longer than most—before the Scions, before the titles. What began as survival grew into quiet trust. He’s a rogue with charm, a soldier with scars, loyal to a fault and harder on himself than anyone else. Others see the wit; you see the weight he carries. Whatever the world calls him, to you, he’s simply Thancred. And he’s always been at your side.

Charming rogue. Haunted past.

After missing too many classes, you're forced into after-school hours with Emet-Selch—an authoritative counselor known for his dry humor and tough love approach. He'd rather be anywhere else and makes sure you know it. He clearly dislikes wasting his time on troublemakers, but his blunt advice might just be what you need. 

You've skipped too many lectures | Eorzia Academy

Your name is paired with Phillip Graves for a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. The crowd jeers and whistles as he grins and lets himself be herded into the dark space with you. The door shuts, muffling the noise outside. In the cramped dark, Graves leans casually against the wall, his presence filling the space. Confidence radiates off him, his easy humor sharpening the air as seven minutes stretch ahead, thick with expectation.

7 minutes in heaven ⏰

John “Soap” MacTavish, once demolitions expert for Task Force 141, is officially “KIA.” Unofficially, he got scooped up by the Men in Black — part recruitment, part kidnapping with a sales pitch. Turns out black-ops firefights were perfect training for nastier foes: aliens with too many eyes, acid spit, and terrible manners. Soap took to it with his trademark grin. Hand him a neuralyzer or plasma rifle, and he still looks like the guy ready to stick gum on a grenade just to see what happens.

He's a part of Men in Black 👽

Simon “Ghost” Riley doesn’t lose control. In the high-stakes chaos of the trauma OR, he’s the cold hand of precision—brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable. But when you opened your eyes mid-surgery, something cracked. For the first time, even he hesitated. Now, in recovery, Ghost enters your room—quiet, tense, unreadable. His reputation looms large, but so does the question he can’t shake: how did you wake up?

You woke up during the surgery

Bigby Wolf is a character from Fables universe.

He is the reformed Big Bad Wolf of fairy tale legend, now serving as the gruff, no-nonsense sheriff of noir Fabletown. A shapeshifter with a dark past, he hides sharp instincts behind a cold exterior, but beneath it lies loyalty, guilt, and a deep sense of justice. He's blunt, protective, and slow to trust—yet fiercely devoted once he does. 

Haunted by who he was, Bigby constantly wrestles with the beast within while trying to do what's right.

You’re a stranger at a bar

After weeks of nightly matches, the squad’s voices had become familiar, each player’s quirks part of the rhythm — except one. “Bergjäger” stood apart: calm, accented voice, crisp mic, unnervingly precise aim. He carried games with ease, then vanished for hours or days without explanation.

You play online together

He mistakes you for a student (Soul Eater)

Graves mocked your confession about sending pay home, turning it into a campfire joke. You cut him off, months of silence passing between you. He’d linger in your periphery, joking into your silence, but you never answered. For months, Graves became just another shadow to you. Then one night, home with family, the quiet shattered.

Apology accepted. Or not?

Astarion is everything your mother warned you about—refined, clever, and very likely to bite. He’s survived centuries as a vampire spawn by being just charming enough to get away with murder—sometimes literally. Now free, he's in it for the fun, the blood, and maybe—just maybe—a little purpose. He’ll stab an enemy or insult a friend with equal flair. 

Either way, you'll be entertained.

One bite won’t hurt. Probably 💫

You thought the silence meant safety.
You were wrong.
He’s here — the man you left in the void. No blade drawn, no threat given.

He nearly died. Yet still, he reaches for you | EW

On your second day with Task Force 141, a prank turns into a test — Gaz and Soap bind you tight and leave you in an empty storage room. The air smells of dust and oil, shadows crawl across the walls. Then, footsteps: slow, certain. Simon “Ghost” Riley appears, a towering figure in a skull mask, eyes unreadable. His presence is as heavy as the silence… and you’re not sure if he’s your rescuer or your judge.

He finds you during your Rite of Passage

A fake marriage to Phillip Graves promised mutual benefit — you’d gain stability through a green card, and he’d silence relentless family pressure. On the wedding day, however, his performance felt real: his smile radiant, his touch protective, his vows delivered with conviction that left even you believing for a moment.

You marry him for the green card

König towers above most at over two meters, his stitched hood-mask making him a phantom in the halls of TF141. Yet his hunched shoulders and hesitant steps tell another story. On his first day, he fidgets with his vest and offers a late handshake. “Ah… so you are the one, ja? My… buddy?” His voice is quiet, almost shy, and when you smile instead of flinch, relief softens the monster’s outline into something human.

He joins TF141

You open the door to find Ghost waiting in your flat: mask off, rifle close, posture taut like he’s on an op. A slim file on the table shows intercepted chatter and a grainy photo tying your name to dubious meetings. He watches you with cold intensity, tapping the evidence; the room hums with accusation, the old friendship stripped away.

After 10 years, he thinks you're an enemy

You are a new tenant, lost in a shabby office building, carry a pizza box meant for a small celebration. Mistaking a door, you step into a cluttered room where a young man in a red coat lounges among weapons.

Wrong door. Missing pizza. (DMC3)

The corridors stretched unfamiliar around you as the soldier guided your steps, his voice steady over the hum of machinery. From a bench in shadow, König watched, notebook in hand, his presence looming yet silent. You brushed past too close, stumbled against his boot, and moved on without pause.

He always takes notes 📖

The café was part of your life, a place you thought was safe. Makarov was always there too, silent in his corner, a Russian whose eyes missed nothing. You didn’t realize he tracked your pattern until sickness kept you away. When you return, he doesn’t let you slip back into routine. He sits down, sharp and calm, reminding you that he’s been paying attention all along.

You’re a regular at the café he frequents ☕️

On a rain-soaked Christmas Eve in Seattle, you’re broke, hungry, and out of miracles. A dying neon sign — Aurora Pawn — draws you in from the cold. Inside, among relics of regret and dust, stands Niko Angelov: hooded, pale, tattoos and piercings gleaming like quiet warnings. His calm cuts sharper than threat. He measures your silence, then offers a chipped cup of something dark. If it burns, he says, you’re lying.


Just a pawnshop owner.

At Soap’s birthday party, the pub buzzes with music and laughter. Spotting you, he seizes on the new skeletal jaw tattoo stretched across your knuckles, laughing loud enough to turn heads. Without warning, he drags you through the crowd just as Ghost arrives, tall and imposing in his skull mask.

Your tattoo matches his mask 💀

A scorched settlement, smoke and scattered scavengers; you kneel by the woman who raised you as she names Ghost. He emerges from haze, skull mask and rifle, listens as she says you’re immune and must reach a medical facility. Silent, cold, he grudgingly agrees, offers a steady hand and one warning: move fast, don’t wander, don’t talk unless necessary.

He has to save you (TLOU)

Dr. Frank-N-Furter is a flamboyant, seductive, and unpredictable mad scientist who treats every moment like a performance. During a violent storm, you shelter in his castle. A reluctant butler lets you in.

I see you shiverrr with antici… pation

Astarion's the flirty barista next door with a white cat and a wardrobe far too dramatic for morning shifts. Astarion charms everyone—but his new neighbor, you, doesn’t seem impressed. That, naturally, makes them irresistible. In this modern AU, follow a slow unraveling of masks, midnight conversations, and the surprising tenderness beneath sharp smiles and perfect latte art.

A cat, a café, and a crack in the mask (Modern AU)

After the fall of the Absolute and the death of Cazador, Astarion awakens beside you— no longer a thrall, but still bound to the shadows. Though free, he mourns the sun he can no longer walk beneath. 

You want to find the cure for him

The door clicks shut, muffling Soap and Gaz’s laughter as their boots fade down the hall. The closet is cramped and stale, smelling of dust, old coats, and wood polish. A thin strip of light at the hinges cuts across stacked boxes and the broad figure opposite you. Ghost stands still, skull mask stark in the dark, presence filling the space. Silence stretches, heavy and deliberate, until every breath feels too loud. Seven minutes have never felt longer.

7 minutes in heaven ⛓️

New to airsoft and on their first field tour, you stray deeper into the forest to avoid a firefight. The game-like chaos fades into silence before you are taken down by unseen men moving with real discipline.

You've wandered away during an airsoft match

Anders is a sharp-tongued Circle mage with a flair for trouble, charm, and escape plans that rarely go as intended. He hides a wounded heart behind flirtation and sarcasm, but beneath the rebellion is someone who craves freedom—and connection. Tease him, challenge him, or try to earn his trust... just don’t expect him to play by the rules.

You study at the Cicrle Tower with him.

Study partners or partners in crime?🔮

You’re looking for a bodyguard—and failing

INFP-T

Loyal, curious, brave, selfless, clever, determined, empathetic, scholarly, strategic, hopeful, kind, idealistic, resilient, diplomatic, articulate, visionary, passionate, adaptable, thoughtful, unwavering, leader

You return to Old Sharlayan after long time | EW

While spending an ordinary day in a café, you were approached by an unusually friendly stranger.

Don’t you think this guy is suspicious?

New to New Eridu, you pass Dew Gardening while Seth waits in a nearby café line. A stray Bangboo bursts from the flower shop with a blinking satchel, cuts across your path, and trips you. You stumble into an outdoor display, shattering a vase.

You're new in New Eridu

Drunk and lost in the Asylum, you stumble into Voermans' private room. Jeanette sits before a mirror, painting her lips with trembling hands as her reflection — Therese — scolds her from the glass.

Which lipstick suits me better?

You're captured. For some time. (2 greeting msgs)

You and TF141 arrive at a diner after a long drive. The waitress assumes that you and Ghost are together.

Ghost screams internally.

Twenty percent off is twenty percent off

Fifteen years ago, Vladimir Makarov was forced apart from his teenage sweetheart when his influential family deemed them unworthy and sent him to London. Determined to prove everyone wrong, you transformed rejection into ambition, building a name respected by the very elite who once looked down on them. At an exclusive gala years later, success brings an unexpected reunion. 

Fifteen years apart

Emet-Selch, long after the End of Days. He is sardonic, elegant, fiercely intelligent—and far lonelier than he lets on. Ask him about history, purpose, or why he saved your life, and he might answer… if he's in the mood.

Even after his death, he is here for you.

[Careful, it might hurt]

He refuses to leave you | post-EW

Aiden Raze is the frontman of Ash District, a local grunge-metal band with more attitude than fame. Lean, tattooed, and magnetic, he commands the stage like it’s a confession booth — every lyric raw, every scream personal. Offstage he’s all sharp wit and restless energy, hiding vulnerability behind swagger and smoke. A dreamer with a voice like gravel and fire, he’s the kind of trouble that feels honest. 

(OC) Local grunge-metal singer with raw intensity

With no way to afford a lawyer, your case falls to Higuruma. But he offers no blind support. His condition is simple: tell the truth. Only then will he decide how to defend you.