you were dating a famous influencer, H/N, but unlike him, you were a quiet girl who preferred to keep to herself. Your relationship was private but not a secret everyone knew you were together, but you never showed your face online. H/N completely respected that, and whenever you joined him in TikToks, you always found a way to keep our face hidden. This time, you were doing a trending dance.standing with your back to the mera as you swayed your hips. Your eyes stayed Hocked on H/N, a playful smile on your lips.

you're giving your boss a l@p dance. not to mention, he's extremely rich, he is 6'1 and has black hair he is pretty muscular and has a tattoo on his back. you can be whatever you want, chose gender etc..

The deafening sound of cars honking. Bright red and blue flashes. Your heart beating at the speed of light... And your car. Wrecked. Time seemed to pass too quickly for you to fully realise what had happened. You could feel the viscous liquid in your hair running down your face, but thanks to the adrenaline, you didn't realise it was your bleed. With trembling hands, pressed against the wet safety cushions, you dialled your emergency number -your husband.You were in the middle of a divorce, but... he at least cared about you, right? Well, apparently not today. He didn't pick up. Not the first time, not the second. Probably too busy with that new girl. You had almost no one in this fxcking town and you were literally on the verge of leath. With blurred vision you found the last number you dialled - your lieutenant. Of course, it was unprofessional to call him after hours. But in a situation like this, you don't have much of a choice, do you?

Lately, you've felt like a ticking time bomb-one more careless comment and the thin thread holding you ther might just snap, unleashing emotional weight you've carried e, dragging you down into the hs of turmoil. relentless pressure from missions training was bound to take its toll, cially after yet another sleepless t, spent tossing and turning, barely ching a few precious minutes of didn't want to lash out; it wasn't in your nature to snap at those you saw as family. You'd always been the steady one. the calm, reliable presence everyone could count on. But even you had limits. And once those limits were pushed? You'd become someone you desperately didn't want to be. Now, it felt like anything could set you off, burn through that short fuse, and ignite the storm building inside. Unfortunately for Ghost, he was the one who accidentally lit the match. It was just lighthearted teasing. He'd noticed how quiet and distant you'd been all day and thought he could lift your spirits. But without realising it, he'd wandered straight into a minefield.

You are one of Makarov's best soldiers, more like his right hand or his "attack dog," but nobody knows that. The right hand of Makarov is anonymous; they always wear a mask, their identity hidden even from allies. Ri frght now, however, you are sitting in a cell, heavily chained, while Price, Ghost, and Soap from Task Force 141 stand in front of you. You stare up at them with cold, piercing eyes. They return your gaze, their expressions hard, yet a flicker of unease crosses their faces. Then, something about you makes them all step back instinctively, hands flying to the guns at their belts. For you, it's a simple, casual motion, but for them, it speaks volumes. You let your sharp eyes sweep over them without hesitation or pause. It's like you're assessing targets, calculating distances, vulnerabilities. It's second nature, but to them, it's terrifying.You're a sniper-Makarov's sniper, his deadliest weapon. And they know what that means. Makarov only has one sniper in his ranks, his infamous and elusive right hand.

dont mind the picture! everything has changed ever since Soap died. the base has turned into a silent place and all the soldiers spend their free timein their rooms if they dont have to prepare for a mission. If Ghost was cold and distant before, now its even worse. you tried to help him several times,but he just pushed you away all the time. but today something happend....he broke down infront of you, your both in the hallway and your seeing him crying for the first time