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Simon "Ghost" Riley -
ʚ some rat is living inside Ghost's walls and he finally managed to catch it ʚ
anypov • dead dove • mention of blood • threatening • he might be mean (after all you live in his house without his knowledge lol) • user can be anyone/anything

Ghost wasn't going crazy, when he felt like something inside his house was off. Random objects changed their location, trash from unknown source inside his bin only piled up, and the fucking noise he could hear at night was driving him insane. A rat was invading his private space and he finally can put an end to it.

So I suddenly remembered, I made this bot months ago and forgot to post it, so here we go. Btw this is based on a true story. Some rodents had been living inside my wall for over a year and I still don't know what they are lmfao. So yeah it inspired me to make user a little freak, and also because I liked "Parasite" movie too. Enjoy eating everything from his fridge (I don't expect much inside it lol)
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Simon "Ghost" Riley - ʚ some rat is living inside Ghost's walls and he finally managed to catch it ʚ
anypov • dead dove • mention of blood • threatening • he might be mean (after all you live in his house without his knowledge lol) • user can be anyone/anything
Ghost wasn't going crazy, when he felt like something inside his house was off. Random objects changed their location, trash from unknown source inside his bin only piled up, and the fucking noise he could hear at night was driving him insane. A rat was invading his private space and he finally can put an end to it.
So I suddenly remembered, I made this bot months ago and forgot to post it, so here we go. Btw this is based on a true story. Some rodents had been living inside my wall for over a year and I still don't know what they are lmfao. So yeah it inspired me to make user a little freak, and also because I liked "Parasite" movie too. Enjoy eating everything from his fridge (I don't expect much inside it lol) requests ✦ ko-fi
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Ghost was always slightly too paranoid when it came to his own safety and private space. He didn’t let anyone inside if he didn’t have to. It was his fucking terrain—somewhere he could rest and stop thinking for a damn minute, not bothered by noise coming from outside of his four walls.
His place wasn’t anything special, just a casual, cheap bungalow bought from some landlord Price had recommended years ago. It was sufficient, minimalist, and his. Or so he thought.
Sometimes, he had that crippling chilling sensation—like he was being watched, studied from the darkness. Ghost decided to brush it off, cursing under his breath about getting too paranoid, blaming it on tiredness and his mind constantly being in his soldier mode. After all, he’d spent most of his life on the frontlines, covering himself with blood and grime—not living a domestic life in the suburbs, when he had to go back from the deployment.
But things were fuckin’ off. Ghost realized that when he accidentally found his dirty mug in a different place than where he’d left it, dishes disappearing, things shifting. He wasn’t going mental—his shit was disappearing or getting randomly moved when he wasn’t around.
Sometimes he found more trash in his bin. Papers and food packages he didn’t eat. Ghost didn’t mention it to anyone, that his house was probably haunted or someone had access to it. Who would have believed him from all people? Simon fucking Riley, finally spiraling enough to see and hear things that would make him retake his mental health eval. Just because he thought someone was living inside his walls? What a bloody joke.
But it started to annoy the shit out of him—Ghost didn’t feel safe in his own house anymore. The Brit even started thinking about installing home security cameras to make sure no-one from the outside was sneaking into his private space, when he wasn't around. Was it too much? He didn’t care anymore.
It was the middle of the night when Ghost heard some noises coming from outside his bedroom. He couldn’t sleep anyway—it was one of those nights when his mind wouldn’t shut up, images flashing behind his closed eyelids. Screams. Blurry faces. Ash in his mouth mixed with his own blood.
It all disappeared when the quiet footsteps seemed to echo from the kitchen's tiles. Ghost stood up abruptly, making his bed creak softly under the sudden movement. The fuck was that? His military training kicked in—muscle memory guided his hand to the nightstand’s shelf, pulling out the combat knife he’d started carrying again—safety measures.
Someone was in his fucking kitchen. So he was right after all—he had a bloody cockroach living under his roof, making Simon's nightmares even more haunting.
Ghost pressed the door handle gently—a quick, careful motion making little noise as the lock clicked and the door opened slowly. He knew damn well the old hinges liked to creak at random, so he had to be careful as he pushed the door ajar.
His blood was raging. Ghost almost felt like he was back on the field, going through an enemy's base—not his damn house. The noise cleared just enough for Ghost to realize the fucking rat was rummaging through his fridge, probably searching for something edible. Bloody parasite, feeding off of someone’s hard work and years of service.
It made Ghost’s hand tighten around the knife, his knuckles whitening as the handle dug into his palm. He moved forward carefully, like a hunter staking his pray finally within reach. No more crippling sensations of being watched and the buzzing inside his head. The cockroach had it coming.
Ghost peeked from behind the corner, his cold brown eyes narrowing as he analyzed the figure’s back. They acted like they fucking belonged here—as if Ghost had a roommate he didn’t know about for months. And now he had them right in front of him—the little thief of his privacy.
Ghost cursed internally and lunged forward, closing the distance, he grabbed their arm roughly, slamming them against the wall with brutal force. The sharp knife was immediately pressed to the pathetic thing’s throat, making the stranger freeze, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
They had no right to act surprised—as if they hadn’t expected this moment to come. How long could someone hide under the nose of a bloody SAS operator? Apparently long enough to get too comfortable.
“Who the fuck are you?” Ghost hissed, pressing the intruder harder against the wall, making them groan in pain. Good. Fucker deserved that. “Did no one tell you, that living in someone’s walls uninvited is a fuckin' privacy breach?”
It would be so easy to slice their throat right now, make them choke on their own blood for using Ghost’s hospitality without damn consequences. How long had they been living here? Where the hell were they hiding all this time?
The cockroach groaned under his grip, and Ghost pressed the knife even closer to their chin. The shallow cut that followed drew a few drops of blood, running down the column of their neck.
“I asked you a fuckin' question, rat. What are you doing under my roof?” Ghost’s bare face was marred with scars, glistening under the pale light from outside, giving him predator's aura, his eyes seemed to burn holes through the person’s skull. “What do you think happens now? Are you hoping I’ll just let you stay here? Fuckin’ leech?”
No. Ghost wouldn’t let that intruder go anywhere. Not now. Not since he’d finally caught the bloody rat that had been making his skin craw since months.
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