Call Of Duty Simon Ghost Riley Novels & Stories

His work always kept him on his toes with something new and different. After taking a shower, he pulled out his laptop. Hell, with going on vacation, he needed to get ready for a new target. Maybe the next one would be in a tropical location so he could pretend he was there to relax. Simon didn't know why, but he had a strange feeling that killing Natalia and Hayden wouldn't be easy. Typically when he got that feeling, he would take a step back and regroup. This time he shook it off. How hard could it be to kill a woman with casts on her legs and a man who was recently shot? This would be one of the easiest marks yet. _______________

“Could I do that? Didn’t you see their mid vanish for two minutes? They were waiting to ambush us in the tri bush!” Simon explained to him patiently, “They were using Gank, and you were too rash when you attacked them. Our bot was losing, and we couldn’t counter Gank.” Carlton rolled his eyes at this and looked at Austin Sandler, who was keeping quiet at the side. His words were meant for Austin. They had lost in this simulation because of Austin!

As they reached the top of the stairs, Riley whispered, "This is going to be the best game ever." Sophie smiled, her eyes bright with anticipation. "I can't wait!" Riley gestured for her to be quiet and then received a message. Reading the message on her phone, she smiled. Her mother, Martha, was already in the surveillance room and had just messaged Riley to carry out the job. Riley hesitated, seeing the length and steepness of the stairs. She started walking down the stairs quietly, her mind racing with the gravity of what she was about to do.

Humans don’t have as strong of a scent as werewolves do, but Riley always smells a bit like the ocean and key lime pie. “Ainsley, what’re you doing with this mutt? Are you keeping him as a pet?” Gavin’s gravelly voice sneers as he leans up against the lockers next to us. I look up to see him standing uncomfortably close. Jordan and Mark are right behind him snickering. “Fuck off, Gavin. Leave her alone.” Riley moves me behind him to confront Gavin. I see Gavin’s expression grow darker. “Or what? You gonna do something about it, mutt?”

“Hurry up, because when the lights turn green I will slam on the accelerator again.” With that warning the cook hopped out of the car and bolted out of the streets to the sidewalk, watching as Ralph sped off. He got to Simon’s residence and grabbed his gun, he wasn’t thinking clearly but one thing was for sure, he would kill anyone he found suspicious. He opened Simon’s porch door and stopped in his tracks sniffing around. He could smell Isaac Humphrey close by, maybe he was on his way to see Simon. Ralph loaded his gun and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, he began to perceive Melody’s scent too. It seemed that his suspicions were right. The trio had always been working together and

Gray's bold response as he stared at him. "I have a suspicion Simon killed our friends and classmates." Comment by Wesley. "Okay, deal." Bashie raised an eyebrow. "Me too!" Raymond agrees. "Then let's start the game," he said with a smile. "Raymond, let them out." Raymond obeyed his command. It unlocked the door. Gray's group was about to come out when he stopped them. "Simon, did you forget to say something?" Gray said sarcastically. "To make sure no one can escape you, Bashie, lock the ground floor." He strongly ordered that Bashie did immediately.

Men got out, secured the area with military precision. I didn't wait for permission. Just opened my door and ran. Ghost met me at the front entrance. Six-foot-four of solid muscle and calm competence. He had been special forces before going private, and it showed in the way he moved he was always aware, always ready. "He's in the living room," Ghost said quietly. "Playing that dinosaur game you got him. I told him we might be taking a trip, but he doesn't know anything else." "Thank you." I gripped his arm. "For everything."

"Now. What's your name?" "Riley." "Riley. Pretty name. I'm Cain." He gestured to the others. "That's Reaper." The enforcer with the tear tattoos. "And that's Ghost." The quiet road captain. "Nice to meet you," I said automatically, ridiculously, like this was a normal social situation. Cain's hand slid higher up my thigh. "You scared, Riley?" "Yes." "Smart girl. You should be scared. Walking into a place like this alone." His fingers traced the hem of my dress. "Dressed like this. Makes a man think things."

Making them flinch and step back, before the man in blue drops like a rag doll to the ground. The shocked entourage of men take a few seconds before scattering and diving behind the sedan for cover. Occasionally popping their heads out with their guns unnecessarily drawn for a threat which is now over. Target down. The bustle of the street soon fills with the sounds of sirens as ambulances and a convoy of police vehicles pull up in front of the hotel. Blocking everything and everyone.

A tray of luxury I didn’t ask for. I stepped forward, snatched the dress, and turned to the maid. “Tell Elijah…” I paused, cracking a grin. “…the Ghost Knife doesn’t go anywhere without her blades.” ---