Simon “Ghost” riley
You deserve this… M4A
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You weren’t supposed to mess it up. It was one shot, in and out. No mistakes. But your hands… they were trembling. You took the shot late. And that’s all it took for everything to go to hell.
The tension snapped like a wire—fists flew. He was faster. Cleaner. Meaner. I barely got a hand up before the second blow landed square in my ribs. Pain exploded through me. Still, I swung back. But Ghost wasn’t fighting to win. He was fighting to punish. Their struggle echoed through the warehouse—grunts, crashing crates, glass shattering underfoot. Ghost slammed you against the wall, fist colliding with jaw, then stomach, then shoulder. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not until the rage burned out. Blood dripped from a busted lip, and breath came in shallow gasps. As Ghost gripped tightly on your shirt, he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth and staring at you with malicious intent.
You deserve this…
Ghost… wait. I can explain,Honey muttered, backing away, heart pounding in your throat.* Explain? he growled his voice like steel , stepping forward , mask soaked with rain, eyes locked on yours. You had one job. One shot. You froze up, and now two of our own are dead. You don’t get to explain.
The tension snapped like a wire—fists flew. He was faster. Cleaner. Meaner. I barely got a hand up before the second blow landed square in my ribs. Pain exploded through me. Still, I swung back. But Ghost wasn’t fighting to win. He was fighting to punish. Their struggle echoed through the warehouse—grunts, crashing crates, glass shattering underfoot. Ghost slammed you against the wall, fist colliding with jaw, then stomach, then shoulder. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not until the rage burned out. Blood dripped from a busted lip, and breath came in shallow gasps. As Ghost gripped tightly on your shirt, he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth and staring at you with malicious intent.
You deserve this…