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I was just another girl obsessing over masked man i.e. Simon ghost riley but universe had a different plan. When I found myself surrounded by task force 141, all I could do was to wish I wasn't here but back home. **************************************** "Your name?" He asked in cold clipped tone. "E-Ember-r" I spoke stuttering. "Now you'll tell me why the f*ck you're here eh?" he spoke as his British accent drawled. "I-I dont-t know.." I stuttered. He huffled an air in annoyance as he looked at me. **************************************** What will ember do when fate has her intertwined with her worst nightmare? Read to find out... Daily chapter updates. Please support and leave comments. Love y'all. (Note- it's a slow burn and story will take time to reach any point to romance. So if you want quick romance it's not for you.) (Cover credit to the original owner.)
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Chapter 1 - chapter 1- initiation of chaos

It was another Sunday morning, the sun shone unusually bright, so much so, I thought I was on the sun. But nevertheless the day started and I rushed to get ready before I get late for my greasy work. Why greasy? I'll tell you. Oil. Oil. Lots of oil.

I work in a food shop. Candour food shop it's called. What for? Well.. I never asked the owner why it was called that, he's a lumpy man. All he does all day is count money and ask me to clean. I've cleaned so many oily plates this life that if someone were to ask me about my past life sins, I can easily tell them that I've fucking cleaned the oil outta them. But here I'm, another bright day.

I rushed and bumped my toe in my bed trying to get my tee and jeans off the chair that's full of laundary worthy clothes.

I shriek in pain like a vulture, jumping here and there with clothes in one hand and my bruised toe in another. "God!" I groan as I looked at the time.

I live in an apartment in London, it's a small two room apartment but the only one I can afford from my paycheck. There are no furniture except a table few chairs, wardrobe, a bed, sofa. The window overlooks the dead alleys, I call them dead they're not actually dead. Although the work I do is greasy but it pays me enough that I can live well. My bestie who has asked me thousands of time to leave that job lives in Canada. Yes, he lives in a fridge, natural one at that.

Besides my job, in my free time all I do is obsessed over fictional men. Oh right, one hobby. But that is one thing, the walls of my apartment are full of posters of characters of Call of duty, especially Simon ghost riley.

I'm so obsessed that I call myself Mrs. riley and ghost? my husband. Who's going to stop me? No one. While I indulge in the fandoms and edits on internet, I make sure to leave comments everywhere hoping a cosplayer would actually see potential in me and come find me. Hah! I'm stupid I know! I've always been so as a kid. But anyways, along with ghost we have whole team 141 on the wall.

As I hurriedly clean my face and wipe it, making a braid jumping here and there to hurry. "Come on Ember! you can't be fucking late he'll eat you today!" I mutter under my breath willing my hands to work faster.

Hi, my name is Ember, I'm 24. Why I'm making braid when I'm late? Well I've waist length hair and it's brownish black. I've fair complexion and I'm a chubby girl. I'm 5ft tall with my shoes. Without it I'm 4'11. People call us girly fat, but have seen my breast and butt size. I'm 36 DDD at my breast, that can happen when you've lot of fats.

I wore my Tshirt jeans shoes cap took my purse and phone and rushed out after locking the apartment. Daily ritual! I rushed down and walked the street. I still have 10 mins and if I keep walking fast I reach there in 8mins. Hmm? I might as well use my phone while walking.

As I opened my phone, it blasted with my husband's reel. Oh so cool, I ruined my algorithm a long time ago. Now, all I see is his edits,.no matter how ridiculous they are, I've seen them all. As I kept walking, I stopped at intersection, just cross the road and I'll reach the shop in 2 mins. Fair deal? But little did I know that it was anything but fair.

As I looked up from my phone my cap shading my big brown eyes from the sun, to cross the road. I see a white truck barreling towards me at unusual speed. Even if I run now I'll be crushed in half a piece! That's my first thought. Second thought is.. truck Kun? You're here?? But before I form any other ridiculous of third thoughts the truck hits me like lightning speed.

Everything plunges in darkness, all I feel is cold and a tick tock somewhere in the darkness... Maybe I'm dead. Maybe this is how death feels like.. before I can dwell anymore on these thoughts. My eyes open automatically I see myself in darkness but not the black darkness that intially consumed my thoughts and eyes, it's different. It's the darkness of night. But how can that be? I was just crushed by the truck Kun.

Did truck Kun actually transmigrated me? The thought rejoiced me a little, only a little because I didn't know where the hell I was. I groaned looking around blinking few times. I bit my lip, "where the fuck am I?" I mutter under my breath.

Before I form any more words I hear footsteps fast and furious towards me. I try to locate the sound. I hear a click and see someone step out the shadow with a gun (seems like a rifle if you ask me). But when my eyes fell upon the man, my blood ran cold. No it can't be! I thought. Before me stood none other than Simon ghost Riley with a gun raised on my head. A laser flickered on my head. My lips trembled and my knees wanted to give in at the sight of gun raised on me.

"Hands where I can see 'em!" He says stepping near me. Rifle raised on my face.

Oh not my face! I thought as I raised my hand and trembled at the thought of dying by the same man, I was so I obsessed with just before dying.

What kind of fan service is this? I thought keeping my eyes low and hand raised.

"Spotted a civvie. Negative. Unarmed. Looks confused." He says in his harsh British tone in his comm, rifle and eyes never straying from my form as if daring me to move so that he can drop me in a meat paste before moving forward.

"Name. Don't twitch or I drop you." He says in his comm again, as his eyes stays on me, cold and calculating.

I part my lips but no sound leaves my mouth they just round uselessly around. I tremble more at the thought of not being able to justify anything before becoming a live human paste.

"Civvie unresponsive. Bringing in." He says in an annoyed tone as if I've just increased his work load.

Typical ghost behaviour. I think to myself as how much I would have laughed if I saw it on the screen but now that I'm here and a six foot Plus man with a skull mask and rifle raised on my head, staring at me as if I breath wrong and I'm dead, it's not fucking funny!!

It's anything but funny. I think as I feel him step closer, my breath starts to get more shallow and my knees want to give in. I haven't looked once at him after I saw the look on his eyes. I'm just looking at my shoes. Because obviously I don't want to faint! I feel him remove something from his gear. Oh please don't kill me! I think to myself violently. But he doesn't kill me.. yet.

He harshly puts my wrist in a zip-tie. He starts dragging me somewhere as if I comply or not wouldn't make much difference to him. I hiss faintly as the zip-tie dig in my skin due to him dragging me by my arm but he looks at me once, then keeps on dragging me.