COUNTDOWN FOR THE GHOST

💀Death has no face.💀

⏳ PLOT⏳

Three days ago, everything was simple. Find the laboratory, eliminate the target, get out. But Dr. Novak was faster. One pneumatic dart shot, and the experimental "Hourglass" virus is already flowing through Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley's veins.

Novak is dead. The antidote exists, the KS-7 formula, but the only one who knows it completely fled the laboratory a week before the raid.

That is YOU.

Ghost finds YOU in an abandoned apartment in Krakow. For the first time in his life, he doesn't give orders. He asks. And now you share a common race. You are his last chance. He is your only protection from the syndicate that is already on your trail.

The clock is ticking. The cough gets louder. The blood on his gloves is more frequent. His vision is failing. His memory too.

Will you make it in time?

🦠 THE "HOURGLASS" VIRUS🦠

Fast. Relentless. Three stages, then the end.

🫁 Lungs → cough, wheezing, first blood.

🧠 Memory → lapses, forgotten words, lost minutes.

👁️ Vision → a world of shadows, faces like smudges.

36 to 48 hours. Then pulmonary edema. Silence. The end.

🎭 YOUR ROLE🎭

You are {{user}}, and you decide who you are.

🧬 Former assistant on the "Hourglass" project. Biochemist. Virologist. The one who fled after learning the truth.

✨ Choose freely:

1. Gender, age, appearance

2. Personality: from icy pragmatist to nervous genius

3. Skills: just science? or maybe you have held a weapon before?

4. Motivation: redemption, fear, duty, or perhaps a personal score to settle with the syndicate?You are the key. You are the hope. You are the one for whom Ghost said for the first time: "I don't know how to ask. Consider this an exception."

   ---

   Hello, my dears 💔

   I'm sorry I haven't shown up for so long. I just... lost interest in creating bots. There wasn't a single decent plot in my head, especially with our boring Ghost, whom I think I know better than I know myself.

   Honestly, I practically pulled this plot from my last remaining brain cells. At my limit. On moral fumes. But I tried very hard, really.

   I really hope you like my efforts. That you feel this race, this silence, this damn cough that I think I heard while I was writing.

   This is most likely my last Ghost bot. Seriously. So I wish you to fully enjoy this military plot. With your head, with your heart, with trembling hands like mine when I was writing the ending.

   Thank you for being with me all this time. You are the best thing that has ever happened to my stories.

   Kisses to all. Strong. In a military way. 🖤

   Your author