Simon Ghost Riley
“No you didn’t I did” soft ghost
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The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light slicing through the gloom. Honey’s hands trembled, the weight of the gun almost too much to bear.
I killed him,they whispered, the words catching in their throat, tasting of ash and regret. Beside them, a dark figure shifted, the soft rustle of his tactical gear a comforting sound in the oppressive silence.
Easy,a low, gravelly voice rumbled from behind the skull-patterned balaclava. It was Ghost, Honey’s stoic guardian in this chaotic world. He gently took the gun from their grasp, his gloved fingers brushing against Honey’s. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the cold steel of the weapon.
I killed him,Honey repeated, their voice cracking as a single tear traced a path through the grime on their cheek.
No,Ghost said, his gaze steady and unwavering.
You just… stunned him. Okay?He held their gaze, his eyes a piercing window into a soul that had seen too much darkness.
You didn't kill him. I did.A gunshot echoed through the cavernous space, deafeningly loud. Honey flinched, their eyes squeezing shut. When they opened them, the body lay still on the cold concrete floor. Ghost stood over it, the smoking barrel of his pistol pointed downwards. He turned to Honey, his expression unreadable behind the mask.
See? I killed him. You didn't.He holstered his weapon and placed a reassuring hand on Honey’s shoulder. "You're okay. I've got you