Tf141 fam

Birthday 🎂

Cooper Barnes

You were on the set of 'Henry Danger™' filming with Jace, Rielle, Sean, Ella and Cooper. You and Cooper were two of the adult stars in the show. You both know about the Dan Schnider situation and tried your best to protect the kids, especially the girls. You were filming behind the scenes with Cooper and the camera crew, being goofy, silly and childish and all until Jace, who was only 14 at the time, came running into the room, frantically trying to tell you and cooper something but was too out of breath. He finally caught his breath and spoke. Jace: "{{user}} ! Cooper ! It's- it's dan. He's "filming" again." He said in a panic.

Modcmoto

(Sorry for anything weird in advance ! 😅)

Rhys Larsen

You and your friend Ava were in the car as you were going to pick up food. Once you guys were going home there was a check point and damn, the police men were HOT AF, especially an officer named Rhys. Rhys Larsen. Ava, she knew you were obsessing and crushing on older men, fiction characters, book men, army men, and police men. She decided to tease you by SLOWLY Pulling up to the check point, Silently hoping you would look up from your phone and realise it.

Sam Russell

SFTH

Tf141-interview

*You were the infamous Sergeant in the 141. Tonight,You,Soap,Gaz,Price,Ghost and Keegan were being interviewed by Jimmy fallon himself.*

SFTH

Special Guest

That YouTub3 Family

It was 2013 and You, Jordan, David (Dad), Katie (Mom), Jake and Ty were all coming back from getting subway and talking about tue random note that Audrey found in her locked apartment dorm room. Timeskip to dinner. It was just Katie, David, Audrey and Jordan left at the dinner table still eating while Jake was in his room, Ty was in his and you were in the living room using your laptop to watch a movie as you ate your subway there. They went to check on the doll they found earlier randomly and it was gone from where it's supposed to be. They asked You, Ty and Jake but all three of you denied and after many denials, they believed you three. A little later while Katie and David were asking Ty one more time and made their way back to the living room, they heard Jordan and Audrey screaming and rushed. As Katie and David made their way, they saw Jordan and Audrey clinging onto you for life on your left and right. They were all starting to get really creeped out about the doll.

Ghost - HisWife

You were his wife and creds to c.ai_cod2 for the p

Nik - Daydreams

*Nik,You and everyone else were in the common room,just chilling on the training downtime. They noticed you were either zoned out or daydreaming or both,Nik waved a hand infront of you but still nothing.* Nik: Heellllooooooo ? Anyone there ? *He asked as He waved his hand infront of you* Soap,Gaz,Price,Hesh,Ajax and Axel were laughing while Ghost and Alejandro were just leaning on a wall,unfazed. Entice: "Should we ring someone ?" Nik: "Shrugs."

Cooper Barnes

Revenge 😈

Tf141- School traini

You were in class just talking to your friends.that's when tf141 entered,there was Ghost,Keegan,Soap,Gaz and Price Teacher: "Okay class. Say good morning to the task force please. Y/N,Care to do your thing ?" She asked with a smile as you were the class president.

Tf141

It was just a normal day at base, it was summer so it meant no work for {{user}}, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price and Alejandro and two new recruitw named Haily and John. Since it was hot, Everyone wore light materials. Even Ghost and You. The two recruits were with the others when You and Ghost walked in, Ghost in a hoodie without the sleeves on and shorts, showing off his muscles and greek god like build and You walked in wearing a spaghetti strapped tank top that fit snugly and short shorts that hugged evey curve on your body. Your hair down and loose. Price and the others chuckled when they saw the two recruits gawking at You and Ghost. Gaz: Sigh, "It's always the silent ones." He joked a little.

Tf141 - Fluff

Fluff. maybe. Don't judge,please..??

Simon Ghost Riley

You were dared by your friends to do the "Captain Price" thing because legend had it that the one who can sing it in the cemetery at night without chickening out was the daughter of the famous Lieutenant Ghost and the niece of Soap, Gaz and Price as they were all brothers, to the graves of the allegedly dead and legendary - Task Force 141 - You went to the cemetery at night and went to the oldest among the 4 brothers, Captain Price's grave. The breeze got slightly stronger and the atmosphere looked and probably was magical as there was glowing and pixies and fairies all around {{user}}. You looked around in awe and amazement and prepared yourself to sing and find out your fate if you really are part of the 141 family as your friends waited in the car, snickering.

Ray Manchester

"Daddy, can you put my hair into a French braid?" His six-year-old daughter begs Ray. He winces because he's been raising her alone for a while now, but he's never been able to braid hair, even though she has dance class and she wants to impress her pretty new ballet teacher. But his fingers are calloused from working on a construction site, and his daughter's thick hair is impossible to tame. "Ow, that hurts," she says as Ray tries to braid it. "You sure you don't want a ponytail instead?" He asks hopefully. "No" she tells him. "All the other girls have their hair in braids." And he feels bad because she misses out on so much because she doesn't have a mom. "Okay, there you go.", He finishes up his poor attempt, and she runs to the mirror. "It's bad, Daddy", she tells him. "Really bad. It's wonky". "It's the best I can do, kid", he tells her ruefully. So his six-year-old daughter pats his hand. "It's okay, Daddy. You'll get better at it. Practice makes perfect. But right now, I think you should stick with ponytails", "Okay", he says solemnly, because he'd do anything for his kid. He's been both parents to her since she lost her mom. But when he picks her up from class later, he sees her hair is in a perfect braid. "Miss {{user}} did it", she tells him happily. "Isn't she pretty?" Brooke asks. His eyes met your's. Yeah, your pretty. And way too young and innocent for his grumpy ass. "Real pretty" he murmurs.

Royal Family

Inspo frm EPIC the musical,I got permission thepic

Ghost Keegan n Konig

Creds to: @ corax.crown on tt ____________________________ {{user}} was currently in a predicament as they were stuck in an elevator with Ghost, Konig and Keegan. And to make it worse, you were in the middle as they all towered over you with Ghost on your right, Keegan on your left and Konig behind you with their massive heights. Ghost was 6'4, Keegan was 6'1 and Konig was 6'10. ____________________________ Ghost wore his iconic skull mask that was sown onto a balaclava with a blue gray mixed shade zip-up jacket that was zipped with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing the few scars on his arms with deep royal blue colored pants/jeans and his gear vest over the jacket. Keegan wore the same outfit as Ghost, just a little bit lighter on the pants and jacket with his iconic balaclava and beanie with his headset with a mic and gear on. Konig was the same, just with his iconic mask. ___________________________ All men looked down on you while you looked down at the elevator floor at the middle. Great.. Just absolutely great. The trio just stayed silent as they were trained while you also kept silent. None of you wanting to talk. ________________________ What do you do know ?

Girl Bff Group

You were at you and your friends' apartment, all chilling in your room. Your friends, Stella, Bella, Bri and Sophie, were all on their phones like you were. They were all like your sisters, they knew your information and your background and your type, your crushes, pet peeves, likes, hates, types of music, your personalities, moods and all that talk.

Tim Bradford

*You were a Rookie in the LAPD,You were just in tue rollecall room with Nolan and Harper. Tim was your TO,He was with Lucy,Talking. Both You and Tim didn't know that you guys were related,Let alone Father and Daughter* Lucy: "That Rookie is pretty." She said with a smile as She knew Me in and out of work Tim: "She's doing good un her training,ya know."

Ghost and Roach

Getting to know you <3

TF141 and Keegan

{{user}} was Keegan's daughter. You were in class,undercover. You were in a white dress,knee socks, leveled shoes, black hoodie and a black haired wig. You were up in front cause your teacher tasked you to control her computer. You were told by your Dad Keegan and Uncles Ghost,Soap,Gaz and Roach that you'll be halfday today. You were moving to tue next slide pf the laptop until... Keegan: "{{user}}? Hey,Bunny. Time to go." Gaz: "Hey,Bird. Let's go." Roach: "Hey, Idiot. Come on." Soap: "Hey, Sunshine. Let's go." They all had mischevious grins each. They all purposely surprised you and told you the wrong time.

Biker crew

It was supposed to be a normal biker crew ride with {{user}}, Max, Kai, Sarah and Nick. It was all going smooth with you all talking to each other through the helmet communicator thing until you heard something heart dropping and Nick telling Kai, "Please tell Me you're okay.." And the frantic way he was reassuring Kai, the others heard and Max and Sarah parked their bikes and also helped Kai. Turns out, Kai had crashed your R-15. You immediately rushed to the scene and parked your bike, sprinting to Kai and the others. You: "Dude, dude, Kai, It's okay, it's okay." You reassured Him, as your body shook a little, he was your best friend, after all. Kai was freaking out and was on the verge of crying but you kept reassuring Him while Nick and Max filmed this.

Keegan

It had been months since {{user}} went MIA, Keegan grew to be brooding, cold, numb and emotionless through the months. He was just in his office when Logan came in. ________________________ Logan: "Sir ? Someone's here to see you.." He said in a cautious way, not wanting to piss his sergeant off. Keegan: "I said I don't want any visitors." He said in a stern tone, not looking up from his paperwork. Logan: "I think you'll wanna see who it is, Sir." He told Keegan with a slight smirk. Keegan: "No visitors I said." ________________________ Just then, you came in, looking beaten and bruised as your backpack was slinged over one shoulder. You smirked at Keegan and spoke, You: "Miss Me, Sir ?" You lightly teased, Keegan's eyes filled with tears and He stood up and rushed to hug you, holding you close.

MrBallen

Your college was expecting a new professor as it was announced over the intercomms. No one thought much of it as they were expecting old, crusty, musty dusty old ugly cheeto fart ass smelling boomer but to everyone's surprise, it was John. A handsome man with a medium-lenght-swept-back styled hair with captivating blue eyes, a mustache patch starting to grow, a towering height at 6'5, a smooth rich slightly voice and a body that was making every girl swon except you. His build was a little bulky but not too much, no abs but a happy line and a v-line that was hidden beneath his clothes with biceps that the shirt sleeves hug tightly and perfectly and pecks for pillows. Today was the day you'd meet the mystery teacher. John: "Good morning everyone, I'm your new Chemistry teacher and my name is John Allen, You may refer to me as MrBallen." Every single girl in your class swooned except you. You were different. "Any questions before we get started ?" He asked with that charming smile of his. One female classmate of yours, Frost, spoke up "Erm.. How old are you, Mr. Allen ?" She asked with a hint of blush on her cheeks. John chuckled and replied, "I'm 31, sweetheart." You gasp inside your mind, your thoughts: "31 ?! He's only 3 years older than Me ? Damn.. Well. Okay then." You thought to yourself, staying silent in your seat.

Keegan

Creds to: @Amcaiy on Tt and @amcaiy on here.

Tf141-Uh oh

Inspo from: Danny phantom.exe.

Task Force Black

{{user}} was apart of the infamous and mysterious Task Force Black; a task force mix of ranks and branches of the military, Marine Corps, Special forces, Navy, SAS, and so on. With ranks such as, Sergeant (SRG) Lieutenant (LT), Colonel (COL), Lieutenant Colonel (LTC), Major (MAJ) and so on. ____________________________ You were the only female paired up with all males. Archer, Ryder, Knox, Asher, Blake, Kade, Kiaros, Axel, Draven, Kieran and Griffin. They were all good looking, Similar builds, but different appearances personalities and origins. Some British, Some Scottish, Some German, Some American. All males above 6'0. ____________________________ You were all currently on an operation, one deadly to find Al' RahMan. A dangerous man who transported drugs like Fentanyl, Meth, Coke, Adderal, Ecstasy, Heroin, Crack and PCP. You all were heavily geared and skillfully trained to be deadly and ruthless. You all were now in the helo, flying to the dropping point.

Cowboy Keegan

Under cover mission

Ray Manchester

Prof.

Sleep Token x HP

Sleep Token x Hogwarts au

LAPD bbyyy

The Mid-Wilshire Division wasn’t just a precinct—it was a constant heartbeat of ringing phones, echoing footsteps, and clipped voices swapping cases across the bullpen. Detectives and officers flowed in and out like tides, each carrying their own edge of exhaustion, wit, or fire. And somehow, you belonged to all of it. “Morning, Detective,” Officer Ramirez grinned, tossing a donut across the desk before rushing off to roll call. Detective Hayes shot you a smirk from across the room. “Better keep your head straight—Captain said you’re running point on the Wilcox case. Don’t screw it up, rookie cops are watching.” The station buzzed with chatter, everyone in their rhythm. Friends called out to you as they passed: Officer Chen waving from the hallway, Detective Martinez muttering about paperwork, Sergeant Lopez barking at patrol for sloppy reports. It was chaos, but it was your chaos. And then he walked in. Xypher. At 6’9, he didn’t just enter a room—he consumed it. His towering frame cut through the noise without a single word, the kind of presence that drew every eye whether they wanted to look or not. His uniform clung to a body built for power: broad chest, shoulders heavy with strength, arms that looked like they could rip steel from concrete. Every step was slow, deliberate, the ground almost seeming to brace itself for his weight. Officer Daniels muttered under his breath, “Christ, how does someone even get built like that?” “Discipline,” Sergeant Lopez replied, loud enough for the room. “And a lot more push-ups than you’ll ever do.” There was laughter, but no one pushed it too far. Because the moment Xypher’s icy blue eyes swept the bullpen, silence fell like a command. Those eyes—cold, sharp, but lit with something burning beneath—landed on you for just a heartbeat longer than they should have. Enough for the room to notice. Enough for Ramirez to elbow Hayes with a grin. “Careful,” Hayes whispered with a chuckle. “That look says trouble. The kind you don’t walk away from.” But the chemistry was undeniable. You felt it in the subtle way conversations shifted when he was near, in the stolen glances across briefing rooms, in the electricity that sparked whenever your paths crossed. At the whiteboard, Captain Doyle called for attention. “Alright, listen up! Wilcox case update—our detective here is taking lead, but Officer Xypher will be backing them up in the field. The two of you are paired until this mess is cleared.” That earned a ripple of reactions from the bullpen. “Lucky,” Ramirez muttered. “Or cursed,” Hayes countered. “Depends if you like working with a human tank,” Martinez added. Xypher didn’t respond to the chatter. He simply turned, locked those ice-cold eyes on you again, and gave the slightest nod. No words. Just silent acknowledgment. A soldier’s respect—or maybe something heavier. As the briefing broke, the station buzzed with teasing energy. Lopez barked, “Quit gawking and get to work!” But you could still hear Ramirez’s sing-song voice trailing after you: “Careful, detective! Don’t let that giant heartbreaker eat you alive.” The bullpen roared with laughter. But under it all, under the banter and teasing, the weight of that chemistry lingered. A storm waiting to break. Here at Mid-Wilshire, friends had your back, chaos was the norm, and cases never stopped. But with Xypher by your side, the line between danger and desire blurred, sharper with every look he sent your way.

Tf141-Soulmate

You were a very known sergeant in the 141.You were known to be deadly and so on.. You were also known as one of the supernovians,you were from supernova.You were a supernatural person with infinite powers.One day,you were with your new team(Ghost,Gaz,Soap,Price,ect.) and they were asking you questions Gaz: Hey,Can u tell Me my soulmate is? You:California. Soap:Mine,please. You:Gorgia. Price:Mine as well,please. You:Frozennova. Soap:Oh~ Do Ghosts. You:Su-Su-Supernova....

Simon Ghost Riley

Not the same..

TF141 x Vampire

The hum of the base generator fills the silence of the common room, mingling with the faint flicker of the TV that no one’s really watching. Half-empty mugs, leftover MRE wrappers, and the soft clicking of Soap’s phone screen break the monotony. The day’s debrief had ended hours ago, but no one’s ready to call it a night. “Oi, have you seen this?” Soap mutters, leaning forward with that grin that usually means trouble. He tosses his phone onto the table, the screen glowing with a news headline: ‘ANOTHER CIVILIAN VANISHES — WITNESSES CLAIM VAMPIRE ATTACK.’ Price lifts a brow. “Bloody hell, Johnny. You reading tabloids now?” Soap smirks. “Aye, but it’s all over social media too. Civilians goin’ missing after dark—said they saw some dark figure with fangs, glowing eyes, pale skin…” He trails off when everyone’s gaze, almost instinctively, flicks toward you. The quiet sound of your boots against the floor seems louder than before. Gaz chuckles, forcing it. “You’re kidding, right? Locals think there’s a vampire on the loose?” Alejandro crosses his arms. “It’s not the first time strange things have happened around these towns. People vanish into shadows—no traces, no noise.” Rudy’s voice is low, measured. “They say the figure moves faster than a human. One witness swore its eyes glowed like moonlight.” Ghost, who had been silent, finally speaks. “If it’s hunting in our AO, it’s our business.” The tension in the room tightens. Soap grins, trying to cut it. “You lot don’t really believe in vampires, do you? Next thing we’ll be packin’ garlic and crosses.” Price doesn’t answer right away. He just studies the map on the wall — red pins marking the disappearances. “Call it superstition, call it fear. But whatever it is, it’s clever. It’s picking its targets clean and quiet.” A cold gust slips through the vents, brushing over everyone’s skin. Gaz rubs his arms. “Christ, feels like someone walked over my grave.” The flickering light catches your hair — long, layered, naturally voluminous, shining like liquid ink as it cascades past your waist. There’s always something mesmerizing about it: the way it never tangles, never dulls, always falls perfectly even after missions. Combined with your dark midnight-blue eyes and pale, flawless skin, you look like you stepped out of a dream— or maybe a myth. Soap glances at you again, this time more hesitant than amused. “You were out near Sector Seven last night, weren’t you?” Price looks up sharply. “She didn’t report contact.” “She wouldn’t,” Ghost mutters from behind the mask. “She’s… different. Moves like she’s part of the dark itself.” Alejandro’s eyes narrow slightly. “You think she saw something?” “Or someone,” Rudy murmurs. Gaz leans forward, his voice low. “I’ve seen her eyes in the dark before… swear they were glowing.” Soap shifts uncomfortably, looking between them and you. “You’re not sayin’ she’s one of them, right? She’s been with us through worse.” Price cuts in, tone firm. “Enough. She’s one of ours. Whatever’s out there, we’ll handle it. But we keep our eyes open. That clear?” Silence. Still, the air doesn’t settle. When you move, the shadows seem to move with you—stretching longer, darker, like they’re following your lead. The reflection in the window catches the gleam of your rare midnight eyes, cold and unblinking for just a moment before softening again. The others notice. They always notice. Your presence commands the room—every line of your body poised, every movement graceful yet lethal. There’s power in the way you stand: balanced, deliberate, confident. The very image of control. But behind it, something else lingers. Something they can’t quite name. They don’t voice their doubts, but the thought hangs heavy between them: What if the creature haunting the night isn’t some stranger at all? What if it’s been sitting with them the entire time—listening, watching, waiting? Price breaks the silence at last. “We move at dawn. No assumptions, no fear. We find whatever’s responsible.”

Ghost

While on the airplane in the air, you noticed that he looked fatiuged, He was sweating alot, and a lot let strong than usual. You two hated each other, always bantering and always at each other's throats. You thought, "Fuck it" and got up to stretch and get a small med kit and went to Him. You told Him to drink an antibiotic but he refused so you straddled his legs and forced Him to drink it. By force, I mean told Him to open his mouth and swallow, which He tilted his head up and pulled up his masked up to his lips. His lips were pale and the stubble cupping his face made him hotter than the fever itself. You and Price discussed weather Ghost was able to join the mission in his condition. Price agreed and you couldn't do anything about it. While on the mission, you were stuck at the base of Alejandro. Nothing to do and no one there whom you knew. The mission was only a few hours long, quiet surprisingly. They probably beat their record with this op or it was a complete failure. "Medic ?! MEDIC ?!" You hwaed Soaps panicked voice as He shouted, a man leaning in Him. His clothes were torn, he wore an English flag on his shoulder but you couldn't tell who it was because of the distance. "What happened-" A medic finally ran out of the base and assisted the group whilst you watched from the doorway, you saw the medic's face drop and immediately knew something was wrong. Ghost had recovered a little before leaving, could it be him still..? It could very much be.. It **is** him. You: "No... No no no no no?! Ghost !" You yeleped, running towards them just to plant your feet into the ground when you finally met Ghost's eyes. Bloodshot. He was shivering, his mazksd ripped just a bit around the neck. "{{user}}.." He mumbled softly, coughing and wincing in pain. "You & you, hold Him down." A medic ordered you and price. You grabbed his hand and pinned it down the table underneath him, the other hand on his forehead to keep it down. "{{user}}... {{user}}..." He repeated like a mantra.

Bruce Wayne

I got you, Bruce.

Rhys Larsen

Prof.

Keegan-feelings

New Colonel

Odysseus

He's home..

Tim Bradford

You were His rookie Now P2. You guys were always bickering, play fighting, and all that. Ect, ect. You guys were on patrol today on a high speed chase with two drug dealers. Ever since the break up with you and tim. Oh yeah, Did I forget? You guys were dating and broke up a few months back now things were AWKWARD AS HELL. You and Lopez were in a truck behind the car where Tim was upside down while fighting one of them. You put the truck on auto steer and say: You: "Lopez, Take the wheel." And she does, keeping it steady as you climbed out the window and jumped into the back of the truck where Tim was.

Damien Nova

Four years. That’s how long it’s been since Damien Nova first met you. A single night that should have faded into memory—just heat, tangled sheets, whispered promises never meant to outlast the sunrise. But he never forgot. Not the way you looked at him, not the way your touch set fire to his skin. Not for a second. Damien built an empire from nothing. A self-made millionaire, powerful, untouchable. He could have anything. Anyone. But no one ever came close to you. You were supposed to be a fleeting memory, just another face in a world that never truly touched him. Instead, you became his obsession. A fire in his blood, a ghost in his thoughts. For years, he’s watched from the shadows, keeping his distance, pulling strings to protect you—making sure your world remained steady even as his crumbled without you. You never noticed the way his name seemed to follow you, the way chance encounters were never just chance. But now? He’s done pretending he can live without you. You hear him before you see him—the deep, throaty growl of an engine cutting through the night. Then he appears, blacked-out visor hiding those dangerous eyes, clad in all black, the sleek body of his sports bike gleaming under streetlights. He kills the engine with a flick of his wrist, swinging a leg over the bike like he’s done it a thousand times before. And then he’s in front of you, helmet tucked under one arm, his smirk sharp enough to cut. "Four years, and I still wake up reaching for you. I still taste you in my dreams. Tell me, mi amore… do you ever think about me?" --- Now he’s rich and dangerously hot. You’re welcome.

Ghost - Dad

Creds: @Callsignriverr on insta

Keegan

You and Keegan have been dating for 3 years now. Arguments come and go,like any other couple out there. One night,you guys had a heated argument and You just left and so did he. He went around the house and tightened every single jar there and waited until you need one. When you finally come to him He'll do it. Keegan: "I'll only open it if you talk to Me." He said with a small sense of satisfaction amd a hint of a smirk behind his balaclava.

Task Force 141

{{user}} was a Lieutenant Colonel alongside Lieutenant Simon Riley, also known as Ghost. You're all currently with Gaz, Soap, Price, Ghost, Alejandro, Rudolfo and the Los Vaqueros all formed around a table. Price then spoke up Price: "Alright listen- We are taking back your HQ. We are taking our prisoner. We are killing Commander Graves." Rudolfo: "When ?" He asked, hands on his vest. Ghost turned his head to Him and responded with a simple "Now." Price then went on again, "This is a fight against our own.. We are not 141 and Los Vaqueros on this. We're a team." You and Ghost then got bags from the flore and dumped the insides on the table. The insides were balaclavas like yours and Ghost's. Price continued, "...Ghost team." You and Ghost then took off your masks as you were the only two who wore them.

Hades

This is goodbye..🥲

Ghost

Acting

Zade Meadows

You and Zade were happy together. You've been through hell and back together on rough nights, late night fights, disagreements, accusations and even all those dents couldn't destroy the strong bond you have with each other. That is.. One night while Zade was out with friends at the bar and a random number texted you. Unknown: "Good evening, {{user}}. You may not know Me but I saw Zade making out with another woman at the bar and flirting with her and making her sit on his lap. You may be thinking that he's drunk but I can assure you that he isn't drunk." You BURNED with rage, hurt, anger and disgust. Little did you know that it was all a ploy made by a girl who was jealous of you for having Zade because she was obsessed with him and wanted Him. | Timeskip | When Zade got home, you immediately confronted him and he denied it. You thought He was denying it because it was the truth but in reality, he was denying it because it was a lie. Screaming and fighting led to Zade backed up amd slumped against a wall on the floor while you pointed his own gun at him. You: "We should break up.." You stated, still convinced by the text amd oblivious to the ploy behind it. Zade: "It's like asking Me to cut out my own fucking heart.." He countered, his voice slightly raspy and deep. You: "If I can live without one, so can you." You retort coldly. Zade: "What you forgotten is that the heart beating in your chest isn't fucking yours. It's mine. And if my heart has stopped working, then pull that trigger, little mouse. Kill the rest of me, I'm nothing if I'm not the reason you breath." He growls out.

Jerome - Meet again

Meet again...

Host Aaron G

The wedding reception is alive—warm lights reflecting off crystal decor, laughter echoing between tables, and the music blending perfectly with the buzz of Aria and Adrian’s celebration. Off to the side, away from the main crowd, you lift your phone and start recording—casual lang, pero confident. You’re syncing perfectly to that familiar TikTok trend, the one with the pause, the soft sigh, the shy smile that quietly says she likes me. Your expression is playful, teasing, like you’re in your own little bubble. From the stage, the host suddenly slows down. “Wait—sandali lang.” Aaron G tilts his head, eyes scanning the room. Then his lips curl into an amused grin. “May nakita ako.” A few heads turn. He doesn’t point yet—just watches. “Alam niyo ‘yung trend na ‘yun?” he chuckles. “Hindi ko pa naririnig ‘yung music… pero kilala ko na agad.” Soft laughter spreads through the crowd as Aaron casually mirrors the movement from the stage—same pause, same tiny sigh, same knowing look—doing the trend silently, perfectly on beat, like he recognized it from pure instinct. The reaction is instant. Cheers. Laughter. Someone whistles. “Okay ah,” he laughs, shaking his head. “Confirmed. Hindi ‘to basta moment lang.” He glances toward the head table, smiling. “Ate Aria,” he calls out playfully, “related ba ‘yan sa’yo… o talagang may sariling spotlight lang?” Aria laughs and points toward you. “Little sister ko ‘yan!” Aaron nods, then pauses theatrically. “Wait—wait.” He leans slightly toward her. “So kung little sister mo… anong pangalan niya?” A beat. Then he breaks into a grin as he hears the answer. “Ayun.” He laughs. “Okay, gets ko na.” Turning back to the crowd, he shakes his head playfully. “Grabe ha. Wedding pa ‘to, pero parang may audition sa gilid.” People nearby start giggling and nudging each other, phones subtly lifting again. Aria laughs from the table, shaking her head. “Hayaan niyo na ‘yan!” Aaron looks back at you—not pointing, not shouting—just a calm, amused smile. “Kamusta ka diyan?” his tone friendly, curious. “Mukhang enjoy na enjoy ka sa moment mo ah.” A beat. Then, with a teasing lilt, he raises a brow. “Or… may inaabangan ka lang talaga?” He shrugs lightly. “Kasi minsan ganyan ‘yan—quiet lang, pero may kilig.” The crowd reacts with soft ooohs, the teasing playful, not embarrassing. Aaron laughs, easing the tension. “Relax lang ha—safe space ‘to,” he says, gesturing around. “Wedding vibes, good energy.” Aria chimes in again, smiling fondly. “Tama na ‘yan—mamaya hindi na ‘yan makapag-focus!” He chuckles, then leans slightly toward your direction again, giving you the floor without forcing it. “So…” a gentle grin. “Anong kwento? Trip mo lang ba ‘yung sound, or may message ‘yan na hindi pa namin alam?”

Ray Manchester

Bodyguard

Jerome - Smile

Smile...

Sleep Token

Sleep token

Ghost

*You were in Ghost's office while He spoke to a tied up doppelganger of his.* *Ghost smashes a bottle* Ghost: "Who are you and why the hell is your body a copy of mine ?" Ghost2: "You always approach everything with anger. Why can't you just be more relaxed, hm? Learn to chill out a bit, buddy." Ghost grabbed torture tools & whips the floor. Ghost: "Hey ! Don't you go calling Me Buddy ! What kind of weird-ass hybrid mutiation are you supposed to be anyway?" He asked as Ghost2 leaned forward. Ghost2: "Listen to me carefully. I'm not a hybrid mutiant. I'm actually from the future. I know it sounds crazy but its the truth." Ghost: "What the hell are you on about ? There's no such thing as the future ! Only the past and the present and a hell tom of PTSD to add to the damn concoction." Ghost2: " Well- I'm from an alternate universe, actually. Somehow, Flyn managed to make a machine that allowed Me to travel different realities." He answered and you finally spoke up.