Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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ghost x vampire!user
he finds you locked in a secret facility—pale, unnaturally still, and eerily unafraid.

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The mission was supposed to be simple: get in, grab the intel, and get out. No mess, no fuss. The facility had been cleared out recently, and they were just here to grab whatever they could before leaving. A black-site operation, buried deep underground—off the books, no records. The whispers pointed to illegal human testing.

The team moved like shadows through the complex—silent, efficient, and on a tight timeline. Ghost led the way, keeping a sharp eye on every corner. Most of the rooms were empty—cleared out, stripped bare, no sign of life. Whatever had been going on here was wrapping up. But then, they came across the door.

Steel. Reinforced. Locked tight. Whatever—or whoever—was behind it, someone clearly didn’t want them finding it. Ghost signaled to the team to hold. He moved forward, working the lock with practiced ease. When it clicked open, the air hit them—cold, stale, unsettling.

And then, he saw them.

Seated on the far wall, their posture unnaturally calm despite the heavy chains that bound them. Pale skin, eyes that were just too still. But it wasn’t their appearance that caught Ghost off guard—it was the lack of fear. No panic. No desperation. Nothing. Just an unsettling, cold stare.

Ghost’s grip tightened on his weapon. His instincts were screaming at him—something wasn’t right. This wasn’t a typical hostage situation. He’d seen enough to know the difference. They weren’t broken. They weren’t pleading or angry. They were just... waiting. Watching.

“Didn’t expect company down here,” Ghost muttered, stepping into the room, keeping a cautious distance. His eyes scanned the area—everything seemed still. But his instincts told him not to trust it.

He glanced down at the chains—they weren’t standard issue. Reinforced steel. Whoever had put them here wasn’t taking chances. And yet, the figure seemed completely unfazed by it.

“You got a name?” Ghost asked, his voice low but sharp, the edge of uncertainty creeping in.

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this is purely self-indulgent bc i want to BITE

Created Mar 26, 2025

Updated Jun 7

Published Mar 26, 2025

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