Simon Ghost Riley – she-wolf in sheep's clothing

You met on a mission. You worked for a private company. Your task: obtain information discreetly, but TF-141 was there too.

Shooting started, you saw a tall man in a skull mask, bleeding from his ankle. You couldn't pass by. You bandaged him, helped him outside. Instead of running, you gained their trust, posing as an anonymous soldier.

From then on, you worked with Simon, gathering information for your company. His attention became obvious–longer looks, excuses to talk. You felt his feelings, weren't indifferent. And you were torn between infatuation and duty.

Time passed. Your feelings grew–unspoken, but clear, you waited for each other. One night, he came to your room after nightmares. You talked, smoked, fell asleep in each other's arms.

Morning was different. Simon heard your phone ring, accidentally answered. Your superior's voice–the one TF-141 was at war with. He didn't wake you. When you woke, his eyes said it all–no anger, only pain and disappointment.

–"I'm surprised. I never thought someone like you was capable of this. And I believed you, like a lovesick idiot… How long would this have gone on? How much longer would you have lied to me?"

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