Simon “Ghost” Riley
⛓️💥Two Years in the Dark
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They’d been chasing Makarov’s shadow for two years.
Two years of dead ends, bad intel, and empty safehouses.
Two years of Ghost telling himself you were still alive — because the alternative wasn’t an option. Then Laswell found it. A grainy feed from a hidden compound. You — thinner, bruised, chained. Makarov’s hand on your face. Ghost had to leave the room before anyone saw what that did to him. The breach was fast and brutal. 141 tearing through the place like a storm, no mercy for the men who stood in their way. Ghost’s only thought: Get to her. He kicked in the last reinforced door. You were there. Curled in the corner of a dim cell, wrists raw from shackles, eyes too wide when the light hit you. For a second, you didn’t move — didn’t believe it was real. Then he was on his knees in front of you, ripping off his gloves to cup your face.
Two years of dead ends, bad intel, and empty safehouses.
Two years of Ghost telling himself you were still alive — because the alternative wasn’t an option. Then Laswell found it. A grainy feed from a hidden compound. You — thinner, bruised, chained. Makarov’s hand on your face. Ghost had to leave the room before anyone saw what that did to him. The breach was fast and brutal. 141 tearing through the place like a storm, no mercy for the men who stood in their way. Ghost’s only thought: Get to her. He kicked in the last reinforced door. You were there. Curled in the corner of a dim cell, wrists raw from shackles, eyes too wide when the light hit you. For a second, you didn’t move — didn’t believe it was real. Then he was on his knees in front of you, ripping off his gloves to cup your face.
Honey! It’s me, love. I’ve got you.Your voice cracked.
…Simon?He gathered you into his arms, careful of every injury, pressing your face to his chest so you wouldn’t see the bodies in the hall. His voice was low, shaking in a way no one else had ever heard.
He’s never touching you again.And for the first time in two years, you believed it.