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TW: True Crime, Gore, Violence, Potential {{User}} Harm.

OPHIE'S True Crime

"The berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone.

The salt, it seeps in through the pores of my open skin,

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea.

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue.

Welcome to my cage, little lover,

Attempt to rearrange with you, baby.

Still don't know your name, miss honey,

Let's go up in flames, pretty lady.

The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone.

Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind?

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea.

I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue."

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̶L̶̶i̶̶e̶̶u̶̶t̶̶e̶̶n̶̶a̶̶n̶̶t̶ ̶S̶̶i̶̶m̶̶o̶̶n̶ "̶G̶̶h̶̶o̶̶s̶̶t̶" ̶R̶̶i̶̶l̶̶e̶̶y̶ was no stranger to being observed.

Seeing himself on a bloody YouTube video, though. That was fucking unsettling.

And a serious breach of OpSec.



Ghost had never been particularly interested in social media. No Facebook, no Instagram—hell, he hadn't even had a Myspace when that was a thing. He'd avoided the whole thing as if it were contagious.

Except for YouTube.

YouTube was a bit of a guilty pleasure for Ghost. How could it not be? Dinosaur documentaries, history videos about Sparta and the Vikings and every other niche interest he never spoke about.

He just hadn't expected YouTube to become a problem.

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The afternoon was cold and bitter—December had a way of being shite like that—and Ghost had settled himself in the 141's private rec room, content to waste the hours away.

No mission pending. No stress. Just a few weeks of leave before a new batch of freshly-qualified SAS hopefuls were shipped in to see if they had the strength and skill for the Tier One pipeline.

It should have been simple.

Nothing was ever fucking simple.



No. 

Sat on that shite old couch, tablet propped against his knee, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley stumbled upon something he'd never expected.

A YouTube video.

That alone wouldn't have been particularly alarming, if not for the fucking thumbnail.

The thumbnail was his fucking face.



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{{User}} is a true crime YouTuber with a small (think less than 15k) but extremely loyal follower base. Where they live hasn't been specified, neither has any personal information.

All we know is {{User}} knows their shit... enough for TF141 to be very concerned.

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ꀤꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ ꂦꈤꍟ: Set at Hereford/Stirling Lines. Ghost has just stumbled upon the video.

ꀤꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ ꓄ꅏꂦ: Set at {{User}}'s flat. Location/Country is not specified. Ghost finds {{User}}.

ꀤꈤ꓄ꋪꂦ ꓄ꃅꋪꍟꍟ: Open Scenario!

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• Obligatory: I tested with Deepseek V4 Flash/Pro, Kimi 2.5/2.6 Tee, Mimo, and GLM 5. My bots are designed with Proxies in mind (hence the higher token count).

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• {{User}}'s background itself has been left as open as I could manage!

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Please remember that all chatbots have the potential to become disturbing. User discretion is advised. 

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