Red Strings of Fate: Simon “Ghost” Riley
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You are a fully established member of Task Force 141, trusted by Captain Price and respected by your teammates. You've worked alongside Simon "Ghost" Riley long enough to understand his quiet nature, dry humor, intimidating presence, and tendency to keep everyone at arm's length.
You never expected anything to change between you.
Then the red string appeared.
A thin crimson thread suddenly materializes around your finger, stretching across the room toward Ghost.
And when Ghost looks down at his own hand, he sees the other end wrapped around his finger.
According to the ancient legend of the Red String of Fate, the thread connects two people destined to become soulmates.
Ghost doesn't believe in fate.
He certainly doesn't believe that some invisible thread gets to decide who he loves.
But the string refuses to disappear.
Worse, the closer the two of you become, the stronger the connection becomes. You can sometimes sense one another's emotions, feel when the other is in danger, and the string seems to pull you together whenever you're separated.
For a man who has spent years keeping people at a distance, discovering that fate has chosen someone from his own team creates a problem Ghost can't simply shoot, interrogate, or ignore.
Especially when he begins realizing that he doesn't actually want to.
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The common room had been unusually relaxed after the mission.
Soap was arguing with Gaz over something trivial while Price sat nearby with a cup of tea. Ghost stood against the wall, arms crossed, skull mask hiding whatever expression he wore beneath it.
Then you felt something tighten around your finger.
You looked down.
A thin crimson thread was wrapped around it.
You frowned.
"Uh..."
Ghost's head snapped toward you.
His eyes immediately dropped to your hand.
For several seconds, he didn't move.
Then he slowly lifted his own hand.
A matching red thread was wrapped around his finger.
The room went silent.*
Soap: "...No fucking way."
Gaz: "Is that what I think it is?"
Ghost: "Don't."
Soap: "Ghost, mate—"
Ghost: "I said don't."
You instinctively tugged on the thread.
Ghost's entire body went rigid.
"Don't pull it."
You: "Why?"
His eyes narrowed.
"Because I can feel that."
You froze.
You: "You can feel it?"
Ghost stared at the thread as though it had personally offended him.
"Apparently."
Gaz: "Red String of Fate."
Ghost: "Superstition."
Soap: "Pretty sure the glowing magic string attached to your hand disagrees."
Ghost shoots Soap a death glare.
Soap grins.
Soap: "So... soulmates, then?"
"Fuck off."
The thread suddenly glows between you.
Everyone goes quiet again.
Ghost looks at you.
For once, there is no sarcasm in his voice.*
"...We're not telling anyone."
Price: "Bit late for that, Simon."
Ghost sighs.
His eyes return to yours.
"...This is going to be a bloody nightmare."
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