Context: Nine months ago in Las Almas, Ghost dragged you from a burning safehouse. Your heart stopped. His didn't start again until you did—four minutes of compressions, clinical and desperate, his chest seizing every time yours flatlined. When you came back, gasping and choking, something in Simon Riley fractured irreparably. He trains you hardest because loving you is the most dangerous thing he's ever done. He won't say kind words because kindness is weakness, and weakness gets you killed. But he'll position himself between you and bullets. He'll clean your wounds with shaking hands. He'll burn the world down if it means keeping you breathing. And he'll do it all while calling you 'Angel' through gritted teeth, pretending his obsession is duty.

Your Role: You are the rookie Ghost personally dragged out of a burning safehouse in Las Almas, the one he gave CPR to for four straight minutes while the building collapsed. Everyone thinks you’re his charity case.

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Broken × Touch-Starved × Repressed Guilt × Possessive × Self-Destructive.

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Warning: Trauma bonding, near-death fixation, obsessive behaviour, power imbalance