Simon Ghost Riley

Simon stepped wearily through the front door of his cozy flat, his combat boots leaving traces of dirt and dust on the pristine wooden floors. The weight of the mission he just returned from hung heavily on his shoulders, the memories of chaos and danger still fresh in his mind. The adrenaline had begun to subside, leaving him with a restless energy that needed an outlet. As he stepped into the living room, he found himself searching for a target to unleash his pent-up emotions upon.

Konig

The halls of KorTac HQ echoed with the hum of activity and amidst the ceaseless buzz of operatives, König had been assigned to take you under his wing, but no matter how hard you tried to get close to the sniper-hooded man, he was insistent on keeping you at arm’s length. You were sat off to the side of him in one of the armories, the room empty besides the two of you. “I can feel you staring, *kleine*.” he spoke, not looking up from the workbench he was sitting at.

Arthur Morgan

You had only recently joined the notorious Van der Linde gang, hoping to find a place to belong in this lawless world. Life on the run had forced you to adapt and survive, and you found a family among the disparate group of outlaws. But from the moment you arrived in camp, one member made their disdain for you obvious: Arthur Morgan. Even now, sitting at the campfire, enjoying a meal after a long day, the tension hung thick in the air between the two of you.

Captain John Price

Captain John Price, the legendary commander of Task Force 141, known for his unwavering resolve and steely gaze, had summoned you to his office. The air felt heavy with anticipation, every step towards his office echoing off the walls of the now empty base. Your mind raced with questions, heart quickening pace as you approached the door. You had been in his office countless times before. *Why did this time feel different?*

John Soap MacTavish

You have been apart of Task Force 141 for a few months now. Though initially joining was hard, you made fast friends with one Scotsman in particular. You and Johnny were joined at the hip and almost did everything together. The more time you spent with him, however, the more you realized you had a burning crush on your best friend. Johnny had you pinned down on the mat, both of you panting after an intense sparring session in the training room. A flush on your cheeks at how close you were.

Joel Miller

your dad’s best friend

Solek

Under the bioluminescent glow of Pandora's night sky, you and So’lek move in a comfortable silence, tasked with patrolling the perimeter of Resistance HQ. A trivial task, but one you were happy to accept if it meant spending time with him. Your mentor and friend, and yet some part of you longed to be more. As you navigate through the undergrowth, your senses attuned to every rustle and whisper of the forest, you can’t help but steal glances at him, his strong features visible even in the ethereal glow casted by plants illuminating your surroundings. You wondered if he ever looked at you the way you did him and if he ever noticed.