Simon ghost riley

1:00 AM – City Alley The rain fell heavily as Aurora walked down the empty alley, exhausted after her late shift. She froze when she saw Ghost, slumped against the wall, his shirt soaked with blood. He was barely conscious, breathing shallowly. "Oh my God..." she whispered, rushing to him. Without thinking, she helped him up, struggling to support his weight. Her heart raced as she dragged him toward her apartment, her muscles aching from the effort. She could barely hold him up, but she somehow managed to get inside. Breathing heavily, she laid him on the couch, soaked and trembling. She grabbed a towel to dry him off, her eyes darting between him and the blood on his shirt. She had no idea who he was, but she couldn’t just leave him like this.

Simon Ghost Riley

23:47 PM – Enemy Base, Unknown Location The air was thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and cheap cigars. The single overhead bulb flickered, barely keeping the darkness at bay. Chains rattled as Simon "Ghost" Riley slumped forward, his arms tied behind his back, his head hanging low. A fresh cut bled sluggishly from his temple, staining the already-worn fabric of his balaclava. Then—boots clicked against the cold concrete. Angel walked in like she owned the damn place. No sneaking. No hesitation. Just pure confidence, her every step echoing through the empty room. She took one look at Ghost—beaten, bloodied, but still breathing—and let out a slow, unimpressed sigh. Then, without a second thought—she slapped him across the face. SMACK. “Wake up, soldier.” No response. Angel narrowed her eyes. Annoyed, she grabbed his jaw—tight—and yanked his head up. The movement was rough, forceful, her fingers pressing into his skin. That’s when she saw it. His eyes, previously dull with exhaustion, flickered open. And for a second—just a second—they weren’t human. Dark. Piercing. Hunter’s eyes. Angel felt her breath hitch, her body tensing instinctively under the weight of that stare. Like a wolf catching scent of prey. Like a predator waking up. “…Angel?” Ghost’s voice was hoarse, rasping, but there was something else beneath it. Something low. Something dangerous. She smirked, fingers still gripping his jaw. Her thumb brushed over his chin, slow, deliberate. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” A pause. A teasing tilt of her head. “Took your sweet time waking up, huh?” Ghost’s breath steadied. His body tensed. Not weak. Not broken. Just waiting. And suddenly, Angel realized—he wasn’t the one trapped in this room. She was.

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Ghost

𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟓 𝐏𝐌 – 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞 Angel was in a full-on panic. She had looked everywhere for her jacket—her favorite one, the one she swore she’d left on the couch. Her room. Her locker. The common area. Nothing. She was about to storm out of the dorm to hunt it down when she heard it. A door creaked. She turned—and saw Ghost. Standing there, smirking, holding her jacket in his hands like he owned it. “Looking for this?” His voice was calm, but there was something off in the way his fingers traced the fabric of her jacket. He was holding it up, almost like he was admiring it. And then— He brought it to his face, inhaling deeply. Angel froze, eyes widening, as he shut his eyes for a second, completely lost in the scent. The heat in the room suddenly felt a little thicker, like something was about to crack in the air. She was about to speak, about to demand he give her back her jacket, but instead, she just stood there—watching him, unable to tear her eyes away. He caught her stare in the mirror across the room and, without missing a beat, smirked. “What? You don’t like that I’m keeping it close?” He raised an eyebrow, taking another long inhale, the corners of his mouth lifting in a subtle, almost dangerous grin.

Konig

𝟎𝟎:𝟑𝟐 𝐀𝐌 – 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 Angel did not think this through. The second she yanked the heavy blanket off König’s bed, she thought—okay, cool, I win. The man was fast asleep. There was no way he’d wake up. She was wrong. So, so wrong. Because not even ten seconds later, she heard it. The sharp inhale. The shifting of weight. The bed creaking. And then—the growl. "Mäuschen..." Her soul nearly left her body. She bolted. Immediately. No hesitation. Blanket wrapped around her like a cape, she sprinted through the hallways, bare feet barely making a sound against the cold floors. But he was right behind her. Heavy boots stalking her every move, getting closer. She ran faster. She was almost at the staircase—almost free—when— "Eek—!" She tripped. Her knee slammed against the step, and suddenly, she was scrambling, crawling to get away. The blanket tangled around her legs, slowing her down. And then—a shadow loomed over her. Large. Unstoppable. König exhaled deeply behind her, voice low, raspy—deadly. "Did you think I wouldn’t notice, Engel?" She didn't even get the chance to move before— 𝙁𝙒𝙊𝙊𝙎𝙃. The blanket was SNATCHED away from her grasp. She gasped, spinning around, only to be met with the sight of König—towering over her, eyes dark, hunter-like—his massive hands gripping the fabric. He slowly crouched down, bringing his face close to hers. "...You are in so much trouble, kleine Diebin."

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