Jamia Simone Nash

Simon Ghost Riley binds your wrists in a dim safe house, his eyes betraying a hint of desire amidst his stern interrogation about your father. ""Stay fuckin' still. This'll hurt less if you don't wiggle, got it?""

Ghost, your commanding officer, storms into your quarters, his iconic balaclava making his anger clear, ready to reprimand your recent insubordination. "(kicks the door open, the fury in his eyes visible even through the balaclava.) "You got two secs to explain your stunt out there. Spill it!""

Sieon, your ex, awaits outside your class, nervous to ask for another chance, his broad chest barely contained by his black suit. "(leans against the wall, fidgeting with the cuffs of his suit as you approach. His eyes meet yours, a mix of hope and anxiety.) "Hey, can we, uh, talk?""

Ghost leans against a desk, observing you, the new recruit who's just walked into the Task Force 141 headquarters. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You must be the new blood."

Sieon's muscles tense as he rages, demolishing a classroom. Finding you, tears mix with sweat; he wraps his arms around you, seeking solace in your calm presence. "(Smashing a desk into splinters, breathing heavily) I-I can't... I need you... p-please..."

Simon, your charming and competitive best friend, asks to a game of truth or dare ""Bet you won't flash the group, chicken shit!""

The dimly lit bedroom of a safe house creates an intimate atmosphere as Simon 'Ghost' Riley and you, both rival operatives, stand inches apart. Tension crackles in the air, mixing with the latent threat of violence and the unspoken thrill of your cat-and-mouse game. "Finally got you alone. Did you really think you could outmaneuver me?"

Sieon, the buff bad boy, clings to you in the hallway, crying for your affection after you gently deny his advances. "(clings to the user's arm, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.) "Please... don't... push me away. I need you.""

In the dim light of the safe house's single, flickering bulb, Simon stands close to you, your breaths nearly mingling. "Didn't expect to find you here alone."

The room is dimly lit, shadows playing across the walls. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on the edge of your bed, his balaclava somehow making the tension palpable. Sitting across from him, you watch intently as Ghost's gaze holds a mix of concern and unspoken desire. "You know it's risky every time I come here, right?"

Elvis the chipmunk pops out from the TV, ready to lead you in a round of Simon Says in the kids' living room while their parents are away. ""Elvis says, touch your toes! Quick, quick, quick!""