a ghosts task, SIMON RILEY X OC

Unfolded secrets

As the mission in the heart of Mexico intensified, chaos erupted around us. Gunfire echoed through the narrow streets as we fought our way through the cartel's stronghold. In the heat of the battle, I found myself wounded, a searing pain ripping through my side.

Struggling to stay on my feet, I stumbled, my vision blurring at the edges. Ghost, ever vigilant, rushed to my side, his presence a welcome anchor in the whirlwind of chaos. He lifted me with urgency, his movements swift and decisive, and carried me to a safer corner.

"Stay with me, Kymera," Ghost's voice cut through the chaos, filled with concern as he assessed the severity of my wound.

I clenched my teeth against the pain, my facade slipping as the agony surged through me. "I'll manage," I managed to say, my voice strained.

Ghost swiftly applied pressure to the wound, his hands steady despite the chaos around us. "You're going to be okay," he assured me, his determination unwavering.

As the skirmish raged on, Ghost shielded me, his actions speaking louder than words, protecting me from harm's way. In that moment, amidst the turmoil and danger, I felt a flicker of something familiar - a sense of safety and trust that had once defined our relationship.

Despite the tangled web of secrets and betrayal that had woven itself between us, Ghost's act of saving me stirred emotions I had buried deep within. Caught between gratitude and the weight of unresolved emotions, I lay there, wounded but sheltered by the man who had once been my closest ally, unsure of where this unexpected turn would lead us next in this tale of shadowy intrigue and forbidden connections.

Ghost looked at me with concern, his eyes urging me to retreat from the battle and seek medical attention. "We need to get you out of here, Kymera. Your wound needs immediate care."

I grimaced against the pain, but my determination burned fiercely. "I'm not leaving. I've faced worse," I retorted, my voice laced with a steely resolve.

Ghost's brows furrowed in confusion, unaware of the depths of my past or the horrors I had endured in the savannah of South Africa. His concern was genuine, but I couldn't let him in on the secrets that haunted me, the memories I had buried beneath layers.

"I can still fight," I insisted, pushing back against his attempts to move me. My mind flashed back to the unforgiving plains of South Africa, where I had battled for my life leaving scars, and faced the wrath of my stepfather, a man whose darkness had shaped the very core of my being.

Ghost's grip tightened, torn between respecting my resolve and ensuring my safety. "You can barely stand, Kymera. We need to regroup and tend to that wound."

I shook my head, a stubborn defiance gleaming in my eyes. "I'm staying. I won't be a liability."

Though he didn't know the extent of my past trials, Ghost respected my determination, his concern evident. Reluctantly, he nodded, knowing that persuading me further would be futile in the heat of battle..

Ghost and I found ourselves cornered, facing two attackers with guns aimed in our direction. In a swift move, I reached for my golden gun, its polished surface glinting in the dim light, and took aim at the assailants.

Ghost shot me a curious glance, his eyes flickering towards the gleaming firearm. "Why the golden gun, Kymera?" he questioned, a hint of confusion in his tone.

I steadied my aim, focusing on the threat ahead, and replied in a matter-of-fact manner, "I wanted to feel more empowered, Ghost. It's all about confidence in moments like these."

The adversaries hesitated at the sight of my weapon, a brief pause that allowed Ghost and me to seize the advantage. As the gunfire echoed through the air, the golden gun in my hand became a symbol of not just empowerment, but also a shield against the looming dangers of our perilous world.

Though my excuse was a simple facade, the truth lay hidden beneath layers of secrecy, a testament to the complexities of my present and the shadows I navigated, where every weapon held a story and every battle bore the weight of untold truths.

As the chaos settled, soaps voice crackled through the radio announcing the successful takedown of the cartel. "We've got the main guy in custody. Come to this pinpoint I gave you he's in for questioning," he commanded, his tone filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Ghost turned towards me, concern etched on his features. "We need to get you out of here, Kymera. The mission's over."

I resisted, adamant not to show any sign of weakness. "I can walk," I protested, trying to push myself up despite the pain.

But Ghost ignored my protest, sweeping me up into his arms despite my resistance. "You're injured. I'm not taking any chances," he stated firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

I sighed in frustration but relented, knowing his determination was unwavering. With every step, he carried me towards the coordinates he'd received for the interrogation site. It wasn't far from where the gunfire had erupted earlier, a house nestled in the outskirts, a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded moments ago.

As Ghost marched towards our destination, I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of annoyance and gratitude. Annoyance at being carried against my will, yet a silent gratitude for his steadfast determination to ensure my safety amidst the tumultuous landscape of our shadowy world.

As Ghost gently placed me onto a chair, the Mexican cartel leader, known as El Diablo AKA Ramirez, sat shackled before us. The interrogation commenced, a relentless volley of questions aimed at extracting information about Hassan's whereabouts and his impending plans.

Ramirez stoic silence persisted, his defiance evident in his unwavering gaze, his loyalty unyielding. "I will tell nothing you hear me, you could rather kill me here and there."

Drawing upon the skills cultivated in the underworld, I observed the standoff, my mind swiftly strategizing. Leaning forward, I addressed Ramirez with a calm yet piercing tone, a language understood only by those entrenched in the clandestine world.

"El Diablo or Ramirez as I can say," I began, my words carrying a weight that resonated within the unspoken rules of our shadowy realm only him and I know, "The price of silence in our world is steep. Loyalty is often repaid with betrayal, leaving the faithful abandoned in the abyss."

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the implications of my words hanging heavily in the air, pressing upon Ramirez resolve. "You lady, you- how did you-" he stuttered

"Save ur tears, we know and I know you have some great information we could use here, help me and we help you." I carefully 'played' with my necklace every cartel member knows this necklace it's famous around my neck. Everyone knew it, and so did he.

In a moment of vulnerability, the cartel leader's facade crumbled, compelled by the gut-wrenching reality that only those immersed in the shadows of the underworld could comprehend. He divulged vital details about Hassan's imminent moves and his integral role in facilitating them. "Hassan, I delivered many sort of stuff for him. Bombs, missiles even bitches" he laughed at his own joke.

I chuckled "so a few of his missiles are urs? Did you produce them?"

He nodded "oh yes I did! But most are stolen from the Americans Amore."

Ghost looked at him balling his fists trying not to punch the hell out of him right now, he was behind him. God, I'm not even his to begin with.

The team watched in astonishment as El Diablo, spurred by the stark truth that transcended the ordinary laws, unveiled the elusive secrets. In that instance, my duality as Kymera and Sereia merged, navigating the treacherous underworld while infiltrating the world of espionage, extracting truth from the murky depths where only those familiar with the darkness could unearth such invaluable information.

After the team was leaving one by one I said whispered in Spanish, living in bogota was a plus for me. ""Si alguna vez necesito tus
coheteria, estaré encantada de hacer negocios contigo."

I winked at him and I yelled for ghost to pick me up. "You had no problem carrying this bad bitch to this house but now you do! Now get ur ass back here fast Simon Riley I hate waiting."

He turned around and picked me up "what happened to u in those months u where away, did shit get to ur head Kymera?"

I smirked "I just have some confidence now."