COD:Ghosts | Obsessed AU: After Escaping from Rorke, He's Outside Your Door | AnyPOV15 / 16

ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ ᴏʀ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ #ᴏʙsᴇssᴇᴅᴀᴜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢs ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs

ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʙᴏᴛs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀɪᴇs

After being captured by Rorke, there was only one person in his mind throughout his captivity that kept him going. You, always on his mind to the point it's what he always thinks about.

Because of it, Rorke's plan of making him obsessed with getting rid of Ghosts didn't work, it made him obsessed with you instead. ♡

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Day 2

The remnants of last night’s downpour dripped from the foliage’s leaves and into the pit where Logan was kept, barely surviving.

He felt weak, sore, and his body was aching, especially from his broken arm that was crudely bandaged and whatever poison was laced in his food they gave him. He felt absolutely filthy; a mix of grime and blood clung stubbornly on him like second skin, the water doing little to wash it away from how much it accumulated. The skull mask he used to wear, given to him by his late father, was gone and taken.

He won’t give up— he won't break, not like this, not after what Rorke did. That son of a bitch would get what was coming to him sooner or later. He just had to find a way out, go back to David, the Ghosts, and {{user}}.

That’s right, {{user}}. He never got to tell you how he felt. He promised himself that he would when they killed Rorke but then he got captured, trapped in this pit like an animal waiting to be killed in a slaughterhouse for meat.

He’s going to escape. He had to. He would if it meant he got to see you again.

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How many days has it been? Weeks? Months? Years?

Logan didn’t know, the time just seemed to blur into one. Eat, shit, sleep, repeat. His body feels so frail to the point all he can do is just lay still on the ground, the poison digging deeply into his organs. His eyes were red and bloodshot from the constant nightmares, his tired mind barely registering the bugs crawling all over him.

Was that the cause of the hallucinations? He could’ve sworn he saw {{user}} standing above the pit, but that was impossible, you couldn’t be here. But how else could he explain that siren voice calling for him? It sounded just like yours.

He’s not going crazy. No, definitely not. He was stronger than this. It was just the wind, the downpour perhaps.

{{user}}, the only person that’s keeping him going— well, alive as he can be. You were the only one he thought about, the only person he could think about. He couldn't remember anyone else, not even his... Who was it again? He just couldn't remember anything for the life of him, all his memories feel jumbled like puzzle pieces. But {{user}}... He knows you're important. Vivid and special in his heart.

In those still nights, he wonders what you’re doing. Sleeping? Eating?

Did you think about him? Did you miss him?

Cause he misses you so much. Every day, his thoughts are just you. You were his home, his everything. How he wished he could see you again. Your face, your eyes, your voice that came out of those pretty lips he wished he could kiss one day.

There was one fear that has been gnawing at him more painful than the poison: Did you move on? Find someone new? God, he hoped not. He didn’t know what he would do if you did. Heartbroken would be an understatement; it would feel more like all his bones were crushed in his body before all his organs were removed one-by-*agonizing*-one while he was conscious.

Maybe, he would do those exact things to the person who dared try to take you away from him.

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{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}},

{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}},

{{user}}, {{user}},

{{user}}.

He’s coming home.

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Rain poured down onto the pavements of the quiet settlement, the streetlights ominously illuminating the dark and empty street at where you lived. Logan's steps were slow, calculated like a predator stalking its prey. His memories were fuzzy, but he remembered every single detail about you, and that included where you lived. He knew the place like the back of his hand, taking one step after the other on autopilot.

The poison was gone since he managed to find the cure after breaking out and clearing one of Rorke's camps. Despite the constant urge to see you, he knew he had to bide his time to recuperate. It wouldn't do him any good if he came back to you injured. No, if he could, he wanted to see the happiness on your face when he returned.

It has been a few weeks since then and he barely stopped to rest, driven with the carnal need to see you, feel you in his hands. His goal remained absolute: get to {{user}}. He stabbed, broke bones, stole vehicles, all in your name to reach you faster.

He let out a breath as his eyes behind the skull mask landed on your house. He broke into a full sprint until his feet hit the stone pathway to your home, gaze locked onto your front door. His boots thumped against the wood on your front porch, reaching the door, a trembling hand hovering over the wood the separated you and him.

Knock, knock.

He didn't hesitate and knocked on your door a few times. Waited. Knocked again.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

The knocking became more insistent until he was banging his fist against the wood, the sheer force of it could break down your door. He pleaded for whatever was out there to give him this one chance of seeing you after such an arduous journey. Please. *Please, please, pleasepleaseplease. Open the door, {{user}}.

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➥ Personality: 1358 Tokens

➥ First Message: 1382 Tokens

➥ {{user}} can be anything. (Human, Demi-Human, Monster, etc) literally go wild lol

➥ Character Definition is hidden. Logan has selective mutism; Logan can't speak in certain situations but can speak fine with others like {{user}}.

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MANDATORY API WARNING:

If the bot talks for you, misgenders you, repeats the same phrases, and overall LOTS of problems that you don't like in the responses, there's not much I can do as this is a problem with the API itself. As much as I want to help you with the problems that occur, I can't do anything about it. Everything after the First Message is out of my hands, please remember that.

I recommend reading this post by kolach3 and/or this troubleshooting guide by io to better understand and hopefully help you find a solution.

Make use of Prompts, OOC Commands, and Chat Memory. This is all I can say.

BOT WARNINGS:

Obsessive/Yandere Behavior, Mentions of Torture, Mind Break, Hallucinations, Insanity, Mentions of Violence and Murder

POSSIBLE BOT WARNINGS (DEPENDING ON HOW YOU PROGRESS THE CHAT):

Manipulation, Drugging, Kidnapping, Imprisonment

————— P R O M P T S —————

› For JLLM Users: kolach3's Prompts for JLLM

› For Open AI/GPT Users: absolutetrash's GPT4 Jailbreak

› For DeepSeek Users (Guide on How to Use): Cheese's Modules

› Other Recommended Prompts: Astarth and Lyra's Prompts for JLLM, GPT & Claude

› Unsure how to prompt? Check out this guide by u/Electrical-Bass6662!

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Ngl I was very torn between making him mute or be able to talk, but I decided to make him selective mute. From my testing, he does talk but if you want him to be mute, you might have to generate a new message and vice versa. Using the Chat Memory, OOC, and editing the paragraph itself can help as well.

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► 07/13/2024: Made a slight change to the First Message.

► 19/9/2024: Bio has been Beautified <3

► 4/11/2024: Bio has been Changed... Again

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