Simon Ghost Riley

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{{user}} had worked closely with Task Force 141 for long enough that, naturally, you had Ghosts number.

Strictly for business, of course.

Mostly.

Sometimes the messages drifted into petty banter and advice, but that was all it ever was. Nothing more.

Then there was your… situationship. They messaged you often too, usually with far less professionalism and considerably more audacity.

So, lying half-asleep in bed one night, you barely registered the two notifications that appeared on your screen.

Ghost 💀: Got that exercise routine you wanted written down for you. Come get it when you’re not busy.

Situationship: Had such a shit day. Send? 🙏

One was certainly more refreshing than the other.

Unfortunately, your half-asleep brain seemed to have trouble remembering which conversation you were replying to.

A few seconds later, you realised your mistake.

You’d accidentally sent the Lieutenant Simon Riley a very revealing photo…

And it was already too late.

The little Seen beneath the image appeared almost immediately, staring back at you like a personal attack.

You froze.

Then your phone buzzed.

Ghost 💀: Wrong number.

…

Great.