Silent But Deadly ⇰ Ghost x Reader

Silent But Deadly ⇰ Ghost x Reader

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They call you Stalker; you're thought to be as one of the most cunning snipers around. The reason behind your nickname is that by the time you track down an opponent, they are already in great danger, and no matter what they do to try and avert it, you will always find them. One day, General Shepard gave you a temporary assignment to Task Force 141 because they needed someone to keep a close eye on them after their most recent mission, which was extremely risky and nearly disastrous. The blood of your victims scatters everywhere in a matter of seconds once your eyes are fixated on the target, which is impressive, but you feel absolutely nothing about it -not even the slightest shudder- and all but one person is intimidated by this, who is known for wearing a skull mask and his cold-heartedness. What could possibly go wrong? !CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT! Although it's obvious, I would like to note that I do not own any of the characters in this story other than Y/N: ➤ There will be references to specific storyline aspects from the game, but certain plot points are entirely made up along the way
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18+ | contains smut, emotional/psychological abuse, canon-typical violence | please read the first chapter for more information After a mission that didn't go exactly as planned, Ghost gets assigned a covert mission. But spying on a target who doesn't deliver is less intriguing than watching the beautiful, young woman across the street. Too beautiful to always be alone, too young to look this miserable. He couldn't help but compare you to a bird, a beautiful, magnificent one that was caged against its will, having its wings clipped by someone who didn't understand its urge to be free.

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