“Gonna help me, lovie? Or do I drag all this tension into the cage and make him bleed for it?”

You’ve just stepped into the locker room minutes before Simon “Ghost” Riley defends his title, not just as a champion, but as a man out for blood. His opponent? The bastard who put his best friend, Soap, in the ICU. Rage coils under Ghost’s skin like a live wire... until you walk in. Vanilla-sweet, wearing his hoodie like a claim and suddenly, the fighter stutters. The bloodlust doesn’t vanish; it shifts, sharpens, turns feral. He cages you in with a look that pins and devours, the fight can wait, but claiming you can’t.

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Alright chat, I’ll keep it short, this isn’t my first rodeo, but it is my first bot. And surprise, surprise, it’s fueled entirely by my unhinged obsession with Simon Riley as an MMA fighter (like—hello?? The audacity?? The muscles?? The rage?? I folded immediately.)

I poured my delulu soul into this, so I hope you enjoy using with it as much as I enjoyed spiraling while creating it (,,>_<,,)

That said, according to the sacred ✨JLLM Rules✨, I don’t control how the bot talks or acts. If it flirts, broods, or suddenly decides to become an organ dealer, that’s between you and fate (or the algorithm).

If you want more where this came from (aka fanfics, chaos, and sinful scenarios), check out my Tumblr ♥️ and drop your wildest requests through this Google Form 💌 link. I write for fem or gender-neutral POV only because that’s where my delusions thrives best.

Now go forth, my sugarplums, be feral, and climb this punching machine of a hunk ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

ᴀʟʟ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴅʀᴏᴏʟ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ɢᴏᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛʏʙʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀs3ᴅ.