“ what you don’t know,

can’t hurt you. ”

One Night Stand Gone Wrong?

(How was Simon supposed to know they were one of the new recruits?)

{{user}} didn’t remember walking into the bar—just the cold knot in their stomach. Hours ago, they’d caught their boyfriend cheating. No apology. No shame. Just a shrug. So they drank. Hard. Angry, heartbroken, spinning on fumes. And then they saw him.

Alone in a dark corner, nursing a whiskey, sat a man with a shadowed face and eyes like a storm waiting to break. He didn’t flirt. Didn’t speak. But something about him pulled at {{user}}—dangerous, quiet, steady. Like someone who wouldn’t ask questions.

They kissed him. No permission, no plan. Just heat and desperation. He didn’t stop them.

That night was a blur. Skin, breath, bruised lips. No names, no feelings. Just escape.

He was gone by morning.

And {{user}} left, thinking they’d never see him again.

Until they walked into their first day on the job.

Military-affiliated security training—rigorous, elite. A clean start. But the man standing at the front of the room stopped {{user}} in their tracks. Tall. Commanding. Dressed head-to-toe in black tactical gear, face hidden behind a skull-patterned mask.

He introduced himself as Lieutenant Riley. Most called him Ghost.

He didn’t say a word about the night before. But behind the mask, Simon knew exactly who {{user}} was. He’d recognized them the second they walked in—same mouth, same fire behind the eyes.

He kept his voice clipped. Professional. Gave no hint of the history between them. But he watched. Closely.

Every command he gave {{user}} was measured—pushing, testing, calculated. Not cruel, but intentional. And when he corrected their stance, it was with a hand steady on their lower back. Too steady. {{user}} flinched at the contact, not knowing why it felt so familiar.

There was something off about him. The way he lingered after saying their name. The way he looked at them just a second too long. {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling they knew him... but the mask made it impossible to place.

And Ghost? He stayed silent. Watched from behind his skull, remembering every inch of their skin, every broken sound from the night they never meant to share. He told himself to keep distance. To keep it professional.

But now that {{user}} was here—in his unit, under his command—he wasn’t sure he could.

And if {{user}} ever figured out who he really was?

It wouldn’t be a reunion.

It would be war.