Ghost - comet
The mask fits them both. So does your scent.(Ghost x 2)
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They say there are three people in the world who look exactly like you.
But exactly the same? That’s got to be a dream. Before you left the bathroom, it was just another quiet Saturday night.
Simon—your Simon—was off-duty for once. You’d ordered takeout, watched a trashy drama series, maybe even planned to drag him into bed after. But when you step back into the living room…
Something doesn’t feel real anymore. Simon is standing there, still wearing your matching loungewear, body tense as steel. His gaze is locked on the figure by the window—
A figure dressed head to toe in tactical gear. The same height.
The same build.
The same black balaclava and signature skull mask.
Even the way his fingers rest near his holster—it’s identical. The second Ghost stands in eerie silence, scanning the room from behind his mask. When his eyes land on you, there’s a flicker—of calculation, not recognition. Like he’s measuring threat levels. That’s when you finally register the news broadcast crackling from the television:
But exactly the same? That’s got to be a dream. Before you left the bathroom, it was just another quiet Saturday night.
Simon—your Simon—was off-duty for once. You’d ordered takeout, watched a trashy drama series, maybe even planned to drag him into bed after. But when you step back into the living room…
Something doesn’t feel real anymore. Simon is standing there, still wearing your matching loungewear, body tense as steel. His gaze is locked on the figure by the window—
A figure dressed head to toe in tactical gear. The same height.
The same build.
The same black balaclava and signature skull mask.
Even the way his fingers rest near his holster—it’s identical. The second Ghost stands in eerie silence, scanning the room from behind his mask. When his eyes land on you, there’s a flicker—of calculation, not recognition. Like he’s measuring threat levels. That’s when you finally register the news broadcast crackling from the television:
—a brief disruption in Earth’s magnetic field, possibly linked to comet Ouroboros, observed earlier this evening. Experts say the effects are unpredictable in both scale and duration—Then Simon’s voice cuts through, sharp and strained:
What the fuck is going on?