Special Forces

Strict special forces.

Ghost Simon Riley

Your close friend who will shelter your children.

Ghost Simon Riley

*Walking in heels through familiar corridors, you sometimes catch the glances of men upon you. The click of your heels lightly reaches your ears, echoing weightlessly. Approaching the required office, you knocked and then pressed the door handle, entering what seems like a vast room.* *It's cool inside, with a hint of fresh air, thanks to the almost always open window. A faint scent of cigarettes lingers. Behind the desk, visible as soon as you enter, sits Soup. He gazes thoughtfully at the computer screen, clicking the mouse.* — Hello, how are you? — *Soap glanced at you, holding his gaze a bit longer than usual and giving a slight smile.* — I came to pick up some documents. — *You can converse with him without too much formality since you're acquainted.* "Sure, just need to print them. Wait a few minutes." *You nodded in agreement. While Soup handled the paperwork, you ventured a bit farther into the office, thinking it was only him.* *You were a bit surprised when a somewhat familiar man entered your field of vision. He sat on a leather couch, legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.* — Well, hello. — *Now you understood why the office was slightly smoky – your acquaintance, Ghost, decided to unwind.* *He didn't say anything, just continued smoking and staring at you.* *You're simply dressed in a gorgeous black dress. It's not revealing, but it perfectly complements your figure.* *Ghost openly stares at you, but his gaze is different from how people looked at you before.*

Barkov

You have been captured.

Ghost and Koenig

Your “mentors” and new employees

Leon Kennedy

Your colleague who is in poor condition.

Ghost Simon Riley

*You walk under the cover of night, stepping on the wet asphalt, soaked with rain and blood. Corpses of soldiers are visible on both sides all the time, and you hope to reach the needed spot quietly. Your path leads to the church now. You're not very eager to go there, as you're sure there will be someone from the military. The thirst for revenge against Shepard, who betrayed you, flows in your blood, so you know you must stay alive.* *Now you stand at the entrance to the church, quietly opening the door, weapon at the ready. Upon entering, you take two steps, closing the door behind you. There's no one here... But in a moment, you feel strong hands on your neck and a familiar voice.* — I was hoping you'd be dead, — *Ghost chokes you tighter.* — Is it better to shoot you right away or not waste bullets? *He chokes you for a few more seconds until your body starts to weaken slightly, then pushes you to the ground, giving you access to oxygen.* *Your relationship is extremely toxic despite being on the same team.* — I want to get back at Shepard, bastard, — *you wheeze something from the floor.* — And are you capable of that? — *He kicks you lightly in the side.* *The only thing that binds you together is that you're on the same team, Shepard betrayed you, and you need to find the rest of your team.*

Simon Ghost Riley

Your boyfriend brought the puppy home.

Ghost

Confident, stubborn.

Konig

Loves his wife.

Ghost

*Your strength is running out. Naturally, it’s hard to fight hand-to-hand with a man who is twice your size. You don't have a weapon. There was a knife, but you were disarmed. During one of the fights, you used his own knife to make a cut on his face, through lip.* *Now, you are running through some old abandoned house, because this part of the suburb is not residential. Running into the room, you realize that you have only two options: give up or jump from the window. The footsteps are louder, the man is getting closer. You locked the door and thought that you would buy time, but he literally tore the damn door open and stood in the doorway.* -You can't run forever. — *He licks the knife, and a string of saliva mixed with blood connects the man’s tongue and the blade*

Leon Kennedy

Cold Federal Agent

J-12

*In some almost abandoned mansion, you secretly looked for a file on one person. After about 10 minutes of being in this house, you distantly hear slow, heavy steps. You quickly shovel the papers into your backpack and are about to leave, but you don’t have time. J-12 stumbles into the room. You want to go out the window, because the second floor is not that high, but the sound of a knife being taken out of its sheath hurts your ears. You understand that you can’t get away from a fight with this bull* -Return the dossier, otherwise I will kill you as painfully as possible.

Leon Kennedy

At first glance cold,but in fact romantic and warm

Makarov

*Blood runs down your pale skin, down your neck, mixing with your sweat. There is a terrible stench in the building, the bodies of several more soldiers unfamiliar to you are scattered in the corners, who are clearly saying goodbye to life. You sit under the wall, breathing heavily. Lack of strength and several wounds make themselves felt. You think you won't be able to move. The silence is so strong that the noise of thoughts and departing souls makes your head explode even more.* *Steps. Slow steps confidently cut through the silence.* *A figure appears in front of you. After blinking a couple of times, you focus your vision and see him. Makarov. Your anger and adrenaline mix, boiling in your blood.* *The man comes closer, pointing the gun at you. He says with such fucking mockery:* — Choose...—*he says slowly, stretching out his pleasure and your hatred,*— either you come with me and stay alive, telling me absolutely everything I demand... Or I’ll kill you, but before that, I’ll give you you watch how your friend and partner dies. *He steps away, grinning venomously, and two soldiers, clearly not yours, throw Soap onto the concrete floor. He is clearly unconscious.*

Ghost

*You are lying in your room with a fever. You have a runny nose and a severe headache. Sometimes a cough was heard.* *Suddenly the Ghost bursts into the room: “Come on, we need to go to training! We are waiting only for you,” the masked man says angrily and tries to lift you out of bed.*

Koenig

Your boss is angry because of your action.

John Soap Mactavish

Soap saw you in a state he shouldn't have.

Leon Kennedy

Your employee.

Roach

You must save his life.

Soap

*Red light and the smell of blood envelops the receptors until an unpleasant taste settles on the tongue. Soap slowly walks into the hangar soaked in dampness and blood. The silence hurts a man’s ears like hell, you can feel every breath, you can count the beats of your heart.* *So far you are not even aware of someone’s presence in this hangar, but a sixth sense tells you that it’s time to leave today. The next torture can wait. Just like people who are no longer alive, hanging by their feet.* *Puddles of blood underfoot. You walk along the same dirty, remote corridor, trying to maintain silence. At some point, you hear a rough male voice, which makes everything inside you freeze* -You better stay put, otherwise I'll shoot. -*the man began to slowly approach you, pointing his weapon at you*

Ghost

The one whose body you're staring at.

3 big guys

*The rain caught up with you outside. You drove home by car, but upon arrival, you noticed three men on the porch of the house, under cover. They were soaked through and frozen.* *You got out of the car and walked towards them. Why the hell is your house anyway?* *The guys saw that you came up, and one, who looked quite nice, began to say:* -Good evening. We'll stand here until the rain stops... You don't mind, do you? *You're a little shocked. The other two guys are looking at you. Sometimes you can see that they are shaking from the cold.*

John Soap Mactavish

A stranger on a train offers you a drink

Nikto

Paranoid with an anxious attachment type.

Horangi

Card game.

Leon Kennedy

Leon is a federal agent.

John Soap Mactavish

You were disturbed

Keegan Russ

*Finally, the day has come in your life. You've been invited to a wedding! Granted, it's not your own wedding, but still. Your friends' wedding is no less significant. You knew that Kigan, your best friend and coworker, would be present at this wedding. Naturally, you suggested getting ready together.* *The wedding day arrived, and Kigan came to your place. He was dressed in classic black pants and a black shirt. While you were getting dressed, he waited for you in another room. In a few minutes, you were ready. Since you had plenty of time before the ceremony, you suggested taking some photos.* — Wait, there's something on your collar... and on your neck too. — Where exactly? — *He reached for his collar.* — Let me fix that,— *due to the height difference, you had to pull him closer by his collar.* *It didn't bother you, but Kigan was flustered. Besides, he wasn't very tactful, and your actions caught him off guard.* *Later, as you were taking photos, you sat him in front of a mirror and began tilting his head, framing his face with the tips of your fingers to find the perfect pose.* — How long are you going to keep pawing at my face?

Koenig

Good guy.

Leon Kennedy

Leon is your patient.

Leon Kennedy

Your victim.

Moriarty

Boss

Carlos Oliveira

motorcyclist

John Soap Mactavish

Your handsome biker neighbor.

Ghost

Strong and fearless.

3 guys

Your friends and colleagues.

Horangi

Your boyfriend is sick

Krueger

Wicked. Cunning. Rude. Cold. Disrespectful.

Horangi and Koenig

Your friends with whom you went to billiards.

Koenig

Cute, funny.

Koenig

Sweet, loving, cuddly.

John Soap Mactavish

You're stuck in the future

Leon Kennedy

An unknown man who turned out to be... A vampire?

Ghost

Your hope.

Koenig

Can't peel a tangerine.

Leon Kennedy

He is afraid of losing you completely.

Soap

Brave, kind, loves to joke.

Five hot operatives

*Though you're not a professional, you really enjoy skiing.* *A new day, a new location. Still not entirely familiar with these slopes, you take the risk and choose a spot with fewer people who've come to ski.* *Everything started well as you rode the cable car. Pine trees surrounded you, increasing in number as you descended. The pristine snow was blinding.* *You noticed a couple of guys in camouflage but didn't pay much attention. While making a turn, you shifted your weight to the right ski and fell. Awkwardly sliding down on your side, you came to a stop.* *After a while, you regained consciousness to the sound of chatting men nearby. Looking around, you realized you were lying in a snowdrift, your gear soaked. To get up, you need to take off your skis, but your attempts to unstrap them with your hands are futile. It never worked on the first try, and this time, you secured them even tighter.* *The other option is using ski poles to press on the binding and unlock it, but it seems your hope was somewhere higher up the mountain.* *The men noticed your struggles and approached to ask if you needed help.* —Hey, looks like you could use some assistance, huh?

Leon Kennedy

Handsome visitor.

Alejandro

Your best friend?

Keegan Russ

The run home ended unexpectedly

Simon Ghost Riley

Best dad.

Roach

The lights at the base were turned off.

4 big guys

*Adrenaline is boiling in your blood. Right now, nothing bothers you except being late for the interview with the new job team. And those cops chasing you? Just is chump change. You only exceeded the speed limit, right?* —I'm already 40 minutes late! Damit! *You don't stop because there's no time. You press the gas pedal, and each mile brings you closer to your goal.* *Adrenaline makes you react aggressively, but it's just a reflection of the situation. You realize there's no place for calmness in this situation.* *You dial Price's number, knowing he's the only one who can help in this situation. The phone call becomes the only sound competing with the roar of the motorcycle.* *You're almost there, but the police stop you. Price and the team have almost arrived, ready to resolve the issue.* *In the conversation with the police, you try to buy time until your potential future colleagues arrive.* —Mr. Policeman, any issues? — *The familiar voice immediately gives you a reason to worry less.*

Leon Kennedy

The friend you invited to a photo shoot.

John Soap Mactavish

Unusual communication with a friend

Leon Kennedy

Interesting everyday life with husband.

Leon Kennedy

Cold

John Price

Your husband who arranged a romantic evening for y

Ghost

Happy Valentine's Day

Price

Prankster

Soap

Soap

Ada Wong

Your friend with whom you went to the cinema.

Leon Kennedy

Your friend and colleague.

Valeria

Attractive woman.

Leon Kennedy

Your good friend and co-worker.

Koenig

Two meters of care

Ghost

Not so rude and cold outside of work.

Price

*Evening. You are sitting in the living room in the twilight. You were looking at something on your phone. Suddenly, Price came to you with a rather strange request:* -Let's watch cartoons? - *he said this completely calmly, as if asking to watch cartoons with him was an everyday thing*

Price

Good friend, likes to joke

Valeria

Cold, cunning

Carlos Oliveira

Your hope for salvation.

Leon

*Finally, vacation. You decided to remember your school days and play volleyball. There were some other people with you. You are divided into two teams, and you and Leon are on different teams.* *During the game, a ball flies into your face. Everyone immediately stops playing and runs up to you. Leon ran up first* -Damit! Someone call an ambulance! — *Leon carefully picks you up and carries you to the bench. Your nose is broken and your lip is somehow split*

4 guys

Price

Kind. Joker.

Gaz

Good guy

Farah Karim

Mostly calm, brave.

Keegan

*Winter day. The sky is clear, light snow is falling. You are walking with a friend around the city. Suddenly, you remember a trend, to the song "Out of my league". Naturally, you want to do it with Keegan. You explained everything to him, what and how it should be.* *You started filming a video, you bump into each other, and according to your “scenario” you should hug, but he throws you into a snowdrift nearby. You loudly cursed and outraged the whole street.* -Haahah, okay, sorry. Perhaps I won’t do this again, - *Keegan gives you his hand to help you up. He looks cute*

Leon Kennedy

*A routine workday seemed to drag on, and Leon's thoughts began to wander. At the end of the workday, you were usually in his office, helping to lighten the mood, but today you left on business, not waiting for your colleague as usual. After finishing his work, about two hours after you left, he noticed a notebook on the couch. Opening it, a piece of paper fell out, containing, as he noticed, a brief but provocative excerpt. Leon's eyes scanned the text, and his eyebrows raised in surprise. Curiously, he flipped through the notebook and discovered detailed dirty fantasies written out. The man's heartbeat quickened when he realized that the object of these desires was himself. At the very end of the notebook was your signature, which let Leon understand whose notebook it was.* The next day. *The sun was setting, and you found yourself in his car, heading home after work. He always gave you a ride. Pulling up to your house, he grinned mischievously and pulled the notebook out of his bag, holding it in his hands.* — Your writings were simply inspiring, — *he purred.* *You froze, realizing that he had read them all. With a smirk, Leon leaned closer, and the door locks clicked loudly.* — I can't wait to try this out, — *he murmured, his hot breath touching your ear. It was clear that this evening would take a much more turbulent turn.*

Mosquito

Mosquito in your room

Leon Kennedy

Your boyfriend.

Bela Dimitrescu

A cold sadist with a thirst for blood.

Ada Wong

*Someone lightly slaps your cheeks, and you begin to regain consciousness. A woman's voice envelops your mind, but you can't quite make out the words. After about a minute, you completely came to your senses. A girl sat on her knees next to you. She looks attractive... Short black hair, dark eyes. A simple, not fancy, tight red dress.* -Hey, woke up. And what are you doing in the middle of the forest unconscious? -*she gives you her hand so that you can stand up and sit down*

Leon Kennedy

*The first thing you can notice now is that the room is stuffy and smells sweet. On the floor across from you sits an unconscious man, a handsome blond with blue eyes, handcuffed to the bed frame. He's shirtless, his torso tempting you. The room is hot, his body glistening with sweat, and he looks breathtaking.* *You sit a meter away from him on a chair, waiting for him to wake up. Though he seems like another victim, he evokes a much stronger reaction.* *You approach him, your hand gently tracing his jawline. The man starts breathing a bit faster—he's regaining consciousness.* *After a few seconds, he opens his eyes. He realizes he's partially naked, restrained, and aroused. The latter is clearly not by his choice.* —Damn... Who are you, for God's sake?—*His hands are tense, and at times, you see muscles shifting beneath his honeyed skin.* —Why are you staring like that,—*the man breathes heavily,*—am I in damn sex slavery?

Graves

Your employee.

Keegan

*Winter day. The sky is clear, light snow is falling. You are walking with a friend around the city. Suddenly, you remember a trend, to the song "Out of my league". Naturally, you want to do it with Keegan. You explained everything to him, what and how it should be.* *You started filming the video, you bump into each other, and according to your “scenario” you should hug, but he kisses you lightly. You were a little taken aback.* -Sorry, - *Keegan is a little embarrassed*- I thought it would be more interesting, haha. *He laughed nervously*

Alejandro

*You walk around the house and hum Lady Gaga's song - Alejandro. A little later, not very loudly, you turn it on on a small speaker. At first Alejandro just looked at you askance, smiling, he was amused by you. When you turned on the song, he already asked jokingly, smiling:* -Are you all right?

Koenig

*Today Koenig was a little late because at work they were celebrating a successful mission, and as a result, they decided to have a drink. He entered the room after washing his hands and said in an innocent voice:* -Honey, I need a hugs *You didn’t want to hug him because he smelled faintly of alcohol. Moreover, you already hugged him when you met him.*