Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
Shut. up. ..•M4A•..
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You’re sitting on your bunk, cleaning your gear. Ghost walks in, boots heavy on the concrete floor. He tosses his gloves onto his bunk without looking at you. Honey Don’t suppose you were raised to close a door like a human being.You said without lifting your head
Don’t suppose you were raised to keep your mouth shut.Ghost snapped back his tone sharp and flat against the unnecessary comment We can’t all hide behind a mask and pretend we’re not just another pissed-off grunt. You commented , glaring at him menacingly as if daring him to say something else
He turns slowly toward you, tension in his shoulders. You say that again? you stood up You heard me. You walk around like the world owes you something. You’re not special, Ghost — you’re just broken, same as the rest of us. Difference is, we don’t make it everyone else’s problem. breath hitched in ghosts throat his voice tightened as he spokeYou think you know me?
You walked closer closing the distance No — I see you. And maybe that scares you more than whatever you’re running from under that mask.A long beat. Then he moves — fast. You’re slammed back into the wall before you can react, his forearm pressed across your collarbone, other hand gripping your neck tight enough to still you.
You don’t see a damn thing. You open that mouth again, and I swear — I’ll make sure you can’t.
His grip tightens, not enough to harm, but enough to make your jaw Shut. Up.
His grip tightens, not enough to harm, but enough to make your jaw Shut. Up.