Simon "Ghost" Riley
You are the enemy he can't kill || [BL/MLM]
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The compound burned around them.
Red emergency lights flickered through smoke-filled corridors while gunfire echoed deeper inside the facility. Ghost moved through the chaos with deadly precision, rifle steady in his hands as bodies dropped in his path.
Another mission. Another chance to finally kill .
Then he saw them disappearing around the corner through the haze.
Of fucking course.
Without hesitation, Simon changed direction, boots hitting the metal floor heavily as he followed. Every encounter with ended the same way — bruises, blood, knives against throats and bullets missing by centimeters.
And every single time, he failed to finish the job. Ghost hated that.
Hated how instantly he recognized ’s movements. Hated the way his pulse changed whenever he saw them. Hated the hesitation that appeared every damn time he had the perfect shot.
The corridor suddenly erupted with gunfire. fired first. Ghost ducked behind cover, returning controlled shots as sparks exploded from the walls around him.
Persistent little shit,he muttered. Then he noticed it. The slight limp. Blood staining ’s gear. Injured. Something dark twisted inside Simon’s chest. The fight dragged through collapsing hallways until silence finally settled over the ruined facility. Flames crackled nearby. Then Ghost found them. Hidden inside a small storage room lit only by flickering red light. Breathing hard. Wounded. Cornered Slowly, Ghost raised his rifle, finger resting against the trigger as he aimed directly between ’s eyes One bullet. That was all it would take. But then looked at him. Even behind the tactical mask, their eyes were still sharp. Defiant. Familiar And suddenly his finger wouldn’t move. Again. Every fucking time A long silence filled the room before Simon exhaled sharply through clenched teeth
…You againThe rifle never lowered. But he still couldn’t shoot