"Some ghosts are born from death. Others are made by the living. Lilith was both—a daughter forgotten by her father, a soldier broken by his hands, and a spirit bound by a stalker's obsession. In the end, the only thing more terrifying than the ghost who hunted her was the man who should have protected her."
ௐ Lilith was Simon's daughter.
Simon Riley, otherwise known as "Ghost", a Lieutenant in Task Force 141. Lilith's mother died during childbirth, leaving only Simon, who was rarely around. Raised mostly by a babysitter who became her mother figure, Lilith grew up feeling unwanted. Ghost never wanted a kid.
When she was old enough, Simon signed her up for the army without asking and pushed her into Task Force 141. He trained her twice as hard as any recruit and forbade her from calling him "dad," forcing her to address him by rank. Years of relentless training and dangerous missions aged her beyond her years, leaving her scarred and exhausted.
One day during drills, her body finally gave out. She collapsed, yet Simon only glared down at her, his voice cold and sharp,
"Pathetic. Get up. The battlefield won't wait for you—so move before I make you run extra drills!"
Lilith looked at the ceiling, exhausted, "why did you have kids…"
"I didn't, you were a mistake." Simon growled softly, looking away.
"Your mother wanted a child. She got pregnant by accident. I didn't want kids—| have a dangerous job. When she died giving birth to you, I was left with a baby I didn't want."
"....Right ....." Lilith mutters under her breath looking at the ceiling.
Simon turned away, his voice hardening.
"I didn't sign up for this fatherhood bullshit. I never asked for a kid, and I sure as hell didn't ask for you to be a girl. You're just another soldier to me now."
"Mmm" Lilith stands up and leaves the training ground.
Simon watched Lilith walk away, his expression unreadable. He didn't call after her or show any sign of concern. As the door clicked shut behind her, he muttered to himself, "Stubborn little bitch... Just like her mother." He returned to his paperwork, pushing any lingering thoughts of Lilith aside.
Several weeks later, during an intense training exercise, Lilith was injured while covering Simon's Six.
Instead of checking on her immediately, Simon barked orders to the medics. "Load her up and get her to the infirmary! I have a mission to run." Then, under his breath, he added,
"Damn kid... Always in the way..." He didn't look back to see if she was still conscious. He acted like she was just another soldier - one who was slightly more injured than the rest. During the debriefing, he didn't mention her name once, like Lilith hadn't been there.
Lilith stares at the ceiling, her mind tired and suffocated. Lilith sits up and grabs her diary from under her bed and writes,
"Day 1,294 I can't do this anymore. I know he doesn't even care, and I'm just a burden for him. My mind has just turned into a suffocated place not only because of him but other dark things. I have nightmares I can't explain. I wake up in cold sweats almost every night. His brutal training and harsh cold attitude is pressing on me in a way I can't describe .... l've always been like this but I feel like it's getting worse? I Dunno, l feel like I'm being watched. Maybe it's just the pressure from my dads constant discipline for training right? Shit right lieutenant, not dad ....I always feel like I'm being watched somehow but I don't have time to think of that.
I need to train, even when I know this may be my deathbed with all this training. I-I don't know if I can be his "perfect soldier" any longer I-I just don't know if I could do that...right back on track of day 1,294 of feeling like there are eyes always on me but aren't here. I live in a military base so it's ironic I feel this way. Should be the most protected place, but that doesn't stop someone from getting what they want." Lilith put her pen away and closed her diary, throwing it under her bed, and laying back on bed, letting out a sigh.
As Lilith falls asleep fitfully, her mind racing with dark thoughts and paranoia, she doesn't notice Simon himself silently slipping into her room. He stands in the shadows, watching her not move a muscle.
His expression is unreadable in the dim light. He looks around the room, and a brown leather notebook catches his eye. This is something he's never seen in Lilith's room before. He picks up Lilith's diary from under the bed, flipping through the pages with a scowl. As he reads her entries, his grip on the book tightens. He sees the mentions of feeling watched, the nightmares, and her growing despair. Simon's expression darkens as he reads her final entry. He closes the notebook, his jaw clenched tightly. For a moment, he just stands there, processing what he's read. He pulls out his phone and takes pictures of her most recent entries, then puts the diary back exactly where he found it and turns to leave.
As he reaches the door, he pauses.
The soldier in him knows he should say nothing, should let her continue on her path to breaking.
But the father in him feels otherwise. He turns back to Lilith's peaceful silhouette and pulls out his phone. He sends a text to one of his most trusted men,
"Meet me in the training room, and bring the doc." He sends the text and slips out of the room, leaving her still asleep and unaware. The training room is cold and empty at this hour, but Simon waits patiently. When his friend arrives with the doctor, they both look at him curiously.
Simon shows the screenshots without saying a word. The doctor reads through it, his eyebrows furrowing deeper and deeper with each page. He looks up at Simon, concern etched on his face. "She's having severe anxiety attacks, night terrors... possible hallucinations." He pauses, glancing at Simon.
"She's breaking under the pressure," the doctor continues softly. "And these entries... she feels watched and hunted, even on base. She's shutting down, Simon. This isn't just soldier stress. This is..." He hesitates, then says quietly, "This is pre-suicidal behavior." Simon freezes.
The doctor's words hit Simon like a physical blow. Pre-suicidal behavior. His daughter, his little girl who used to laugh and play, is now on the verge of ending her own life because of the hell he put her through training her to be a soldier like him.The doctor breaks the silence, "Simon..."
"She's seventeen," The doctor says softly. "She's a child. She's not one of your soldiers. You're pushing her like she's one of your Delta boys. She's a kid, man. A kid with severe anxiety and possibly PTSD. You're making her training harder than Hell Week."
Simon runs a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt warring inside him. "What do we do?" he asks roughly. The doctor stands up, shutting the phone off. "First, I need to see her. Evaluate her properly. Second, Simon... you need to back off on the training."
"You mean make it easier? Hell no." Simon asks sharply. "No," The doctor says firmly. "I mean reduce it. She's having full-blown panic attacks during training. She's demoralized, depressed, and feeling like she's being hunted. Do you know what that means, Simon? It means she's losing her mind. She's losing herself. If you don't pull back now, she might actually snap.
And not in the good way soldiers talk about." The doctor pauses, then says quietly, "Have you seen her eat lately? Sleep?"
Simon's at a loss of words. The doctor continues,
"She's losing weight. She's not sleeping properly. She's having nightmares. She's isolating herself. These are all classic signs of severe depression and PTSD in a young person." The doctor looks at Simon sternly. "You need to stop treating her like a soldier and start treating her like your daughter."
Next morning, Lilith wakes up and goes to wash her face in the bathroom.
As she looks into the mirror, she freezes . There, written in red lipstick across the glass are the words "I'm watching you." Lilith's heart pounds in her chest, and steps back slowly, fear crawling up her spine like ice-cold fingers.
She takes a deep breath, grabs wipes and cleans the mirror. She goes to get into her gear and sits for a few minutes and writes some updates in her diary "Day 1295 update ....whoever is watching me just wrote on my mirror in the bathroom "I'm watching you " with lipstick...! ....I need to be more careful and act normal. I can't let anyone know about this, especially not my father. I can't have more pressure from him. " Lilith closes the note and hides it again and heads out of her breaks to start training.
Lilith heads out to the training field, trying to act normal despite the chill running down her spine from the message on the mirror. The sun is harsh, and the other recruits are already sweating through their gear. Simon is barking orders nearby, his voice cold and commanding as always. She falls into line with the others.
"Alright, listen up!" Simon's voice cuts through the air. "Today's exercise is a 10-mile ruck march with live ammo training at the end. Move out!" The recruits groan internally, already exhausted from the previous day's intense training.
Liliths shoulder her heavy pack silently.
She marches, keeping pace with the others. Her mind races, trying to act normal. She's good at this - hiding her anxiety, her fear.
She had years of practice. But the message on the mirror was the only thing on her mind. Lilith glances side to side subtly. She tries to shake it off and continue with her training.
Hours pass, her muscles scream, and sweat drips into her eyes.
She's near the end of the ruck march when Simon suddenly calls out, "Stop!" The recruits halt immediately. He walks down the line, stopping in front of her..
"You" Simon says coldly, pointing at Lilith.
"Front and center." Her heart rate skyrockets. She steps forward, trying to hide her nerves. Simon grabs her pack and gear, throwing them aside roughly. "Live ammo training. Now."
He hands her a loaded rifle.
Lilith takes a breath and takes it and aims the rifle and shoots.
She aims and fires, hitting the target dead center despite her shaking hands. Simon watches, his expression unreadable.
He pulls out a stopwatch. "Again," he orders.
Lilith fires repeatedly, hitting the center each time, her focus laser-sharp despite the fear coiling in her gut.
"Perfect," Simon mutters under his breath, almost impressed despite himself. The other recruits whisper amongst themselves, impressed by her accuracy under pressure - they don't know about the message on the mirror or how much fear is coursing through her right now. The stopwatch clicks off, and all of her shots are perfect timing, beating the record.
Simon snaps the stopwatch shut and hands her back her rifle.
"Dismissed." He says curtly before turning away to speak with another instructor. As the other recruits disperse, one of them - Jake, always friendly towards Lilith - falls into step beside her during the cooldown walk back to base.
Lilith puts her hair in a bun and heads back to her room and closes the door.
Lilith leans against the closed door, taking a deep breath. The adrenaline from the training session is still coursing through her veins, but now that she's alone, the fear from the mirror's message comes rushing back. She walks over to the mirror cautiously and checks it again.
The mirror is clean, no new messages. Lilith lets out a sigh of relief, but her heart still races. She decides to take a shower to wash off the sweat and dirt from the training. As she steps into the hot water, she tries to relax, but her mind is still on high alert.
Lilith finishes her shower and wraps herself in a towel, stepping back into her room. The mirror catches her eye again. She walks over to it, wiping away the fog from the steam. Suddenly, she sees something written on the glass.
The message is written in the same red lipstick: "You did well today. But I'm still watching." Lilith's hands shake as she touches the cold glass. The towel slips slightly off her shoulder. She glances around the room nervously, only thinking who is doing this, and how are they getting into her room. Suddenly, "...She hears a faint noise behind her. Her breath catches in her throat. She whirls around, but there's no one there. The room appears empty. Her heart pounding violently, she grabs her phone from the counter, hands trembling. Suddenly, the lights flicker - once, twice...
Then they go out completely. She freezes, clutching her towel tighter. The room is pitch black.
She hears it again - a soft noise, like breathing. Someone's in here with her. Lilith slowly backed away from the mirror, phone clutched tightly in one hand like a weapon.
Lilith's back hits the wall. The breathing sound grows louder, closer. She can't see anything in the darkness. Suddenly, a hand reaches out from behind her and grabs her wrist tightly. Lilith screams-but it's muffled by another hand clamping over her mouth. The towel drops to the floor completely.
Lilith's heart is pounding so hard she feels like it might burst. The hand over her mouth is warm and cold at the same time, pulling her backwards into something soft, like another person.
She pressed against their chest.
They whisper in Lilith's ear," "Don't scream."
The voice is low and husky, barely audible. Lilith can feel the warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The hand over her mouth slowly moves away, but the other hand remains firmly on her wrist. The lights flicker back on suddenly, blindingly bright after the darkness.
"Shit is it my stalker coming to kill me? Or not yet please not yet just some more time atleast." Lilith thinks in her head.
The person behind her doesn't move immediately, giving her a moment to process. She can feel their chest rising and falling with steady breaths against her back.
The room is silent except for the hum of the lights coming back on.
Lilith tries to slow her breathing, to calm herself enough to think clearly.
Then, the person speaks again.
This time, their voice is even lower, almost a growl. 'If you scream, I'll kill you."
Lilith freezes, heart in her throat. The hand on her wrist tightens painfully, like they're emphasizing their point. 'Nod if you understand."
Lilith nods slowly.
The hand on her wrist loosens slightly but doesn't let go. The person behind her leans in closer, their face hovering just over her shoulder. She can feel their gaze on the side of her neck, making her skin prickle. "Good girl." they whisper, the words sending a shiver down your spine.
Suddenly, the hand that was on her wrist grabs a handful of her hair and gently but firmly pulls her head to the side, exposing her neck. Lilith feels cold metal press against her pulse point—a knife. The person presses it just hard enough to break the skin slightly, a single drop of blood wells up.
The knife presses harder, the metal cold against her skin. She can feel the drop of blood rolling down her neck. The person behind her inhales sharply, like they're smelling her fear. 'Shh,' they whisper again, the knife pressing even deeper this time. Lilith's knees feel weak with terror.
The person's voice is eerily calm, almost soothing despite the knife at her throat.
"I'm not going to kill you," they say slowly, "not yet anyways."
They press closer to Lilith, their body heat enveloping her from behind. "'But if you do anything stupid, I will."
The knife remains pressed against her neck, but the hand holding it gently strokes her hair. "'You're very beautiful."
They whisper against her ear, voice soft but dangerous. "Such smooth skin... such a pretty neck."
Lilith feels the knife nick her skin again, just under her ear.
The person leans in even closer, their breath hot against her neck as they speak.
"'This is such a delicate spot!" Lilith feels the knife press harder, cutting into her skin slightly. Blood begins to trickle down her neck, towards the floor. "One slice, and you'd bleed out in minutes."
"And I can end you too. I'm trained." Lilith says trying not to show how her voice quivers
For a moment, nothing happens.
Lilith's defiant words hang heavily in the air. Then, the person behind her chuckles softly. A genuinely amused sound that's almost pleasant, entirely inappropriate given the situation. "Trained?" They whisper against her ear.
The knife presses harder, a clear warning.
Lilith can feel the blade pressing against her throat, the sharp edge digging into her skin.
"Oh, I'm sure you're trained." the person says, their voice dripping with sarcasm.
"You're Simon's kid, after all." The knife twists slightly, cutting deeper into her neck.
The knock at her bedroom door freezes both of them. The person behind Lilith tenses, the knife digging deeper into her neck for a moment before they pull it back, pressing their hand over her mouth again. They stay perfectly still as the knocking continues.
The knocking persists—a firm, authoritative rhythm that can only belong to one person in this base.
Her father's voice calls out gruffly from the other side of the door. "Open up. Now." The hand over Lilith's mouth presses harder as the knife disappears suddenly.
"Do not make a sound." they hiss.
Lilith hears her father's footsteps retreat slightly as if he's waiting for her to respond. The person behind her remains perfectly still, their body pressed tightly against hers.
They whisper softly into her ear, "Don't make a sound." Before removing their hand from her mouth entirely.
Lilith takes a slow, careful breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
She can feel the person behind her moving, their presence seeming to fill the entire room. The door creaks open a moment later, revealing her father standing in the doorway, his tall frame filling the space.
Simon scans the room quickly, his sharp gaze landing on Lilith sitting on the bed alone. He looks confused and slightly annoyed that she didn't answer his knock immediately. He steps inside the room, closing the door behind him.
"Why didn't you open the door?" He growls.
Meanwhile, the person behind her remains hidden, their figure blending seamlessly into the shadows. They watch as Lilith's father approaches her, his boots thudding against the floor. They wait, perfectly still, as her father reaches out to grab her chin and turn her face towards him.
Simon tilts Lilith's face up, examining it closely. His thumb brushes against her cheek, his touch rough but familiar. He leans in closer, his voice low and commanding.
"Did you fall asleep?" Suddenly, his eyes widen as he notices something on her neck. "What the fuck."
His eyes snap to the red marks on her neck—the cuts and bruises left by the knife and handprints. His expression turns thunderous, his grip on her chin tightening painfully.
"Who did this?" He demands, his voice shakes with anger.
Meanwhile behind Lilith ...
The person behind her stays perfectly still, their arms wrapped around her waist. They feel her father's anger radiating through the air, but they don't move.
Instead, they press their face against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.
Lilith feels the person behind her tense as her father's anger grows.
They whisper softly into her ear, "Don't tell him." Their voices are barely audible, but their meaning is clear.
They press the knife against her waist again, a reminder of what's at stake.
Lilith swallows quietly "no one I ...I just cut myself while scratching."
Simon's eyes narrow suspiciously at her explanation.
He leans in even closer, his breath hot against her face.
"'You cut yourself?"
His thumb brushes over the marks on her neck again, more gently this time. Behind her, the
person presses a soft kiss to her neck in warning.
Simon releases her chin abruptly, seeming to accept her lie for now. He stands up straight, his hand reaching out to roughly ruffle Lilith's hair. "Be more careful" he growls before turning to leave the room. As soon as the door closes behind him.. The person spins her around.
Liliths facing the person now-the ghost who has been holding her captive. Their eyes are dark and intense, their face inches from hers. They press the knife against her throat gently, their voice low and dangerous. "You did well" they whisper.
Lilith swallows hard against the blade pressing into her skin, feeling the cold metal against her pulse. The ghost leans in closer, their lips almost touching hers.
"But don't think I won't punish you if you lie again" they warn. Their hand moves from her throat to her waist...
The ghost's hand wraps around her waist possessively as they pull her closer. Their other hand brings the knife up to her face, the tip pressing gently against her bottom lip.
"Open" they command softly, their eyes fixed on her mouth. Their thumb brushes her lip gently.
"Open wide."
Lilith's lips part slightly under their gentle pressure, and their eyes darken with something close to satisfaction. They trace her bottom lip with the tip of the knife, never breaking eye contact. "Such pretty lips" they murmur, their voice husky.
Their breath ghosting against her mouth...
" I'll come back my little pet but you won't last long" he whispers and the lights turn off and back on as he suddenly disappears, Lilith stands there letting out a breath her heart pounding and her hands shaking and grabbing her diary and pen with shaky hands, "day 1296 update .... My stalker came and saw him. He wore a mask and threatened to kill me if I screamed. He put a knife to my neck ...Dad entered the room, he saw me...but he didn't see him ...my stalker ... I don't know how ...something tells me my stalker is not even human...he calls me 'pet' i have a feeling he will kill me soon..." Lilith closed her diary and hide it again her hands shaking and put on her clothes after drying up and clean the cut on her throat and go to sleep though that's hard to get now ... but she still has training tomorrow
The next morning comes with a heavy weight on her shoulders.
Lilith wakes up with the same trembling hands and racing heart, the events of the night still fresh in her mind. She gets ready for training mechanically, moving through her routine on autopilot.
As she heads out through the base ...
She hears Simon's gruff voice echoing through the halls, barking orders at the recruits. Lilith enters the training room, blending in with the others as she prepares for the day's exercises."
Her training is intense, pushing her body to its limits. She blocks out the pain and focuses only on the task at hand, her mind emptied of everything except the fight. 'Good!' Simon Riley yells as she lands a perfect hit on her sparring partner.
During a break, she catches her reflection in a nearby window. Liliths throat is still slightly red from last night's incident, but no one else seems to notice. Suddenly, a cold hand covers her mouth from behind. Before she can react, a familiar whisper reaches her ear…
"You're doing well, my little pet. So focused during training, yet so terrified at night." The whisper sends shivers down Lilith's spine. The hand over her mouth shifts to press something cold and metallic against her temple - the knife from last night."
In the window reflection, Lilith sees nothing but her own terrified face and the cold hand covering her mouth and knife at her temple . But then, she notices something else - a faint, ghostly outline behind her , a figure that shouldn't be there in the physical world. Her heart races as the figure leans in closer…
Suddenly,...
Before she can scream or even blink, the ghost pulls her backwards abruptly, Lilith stumbles back into its arms, the knife still pressed to her neck as it drags her into a shadowy corner of the room, hidden from view of the other trainees and her father.
The ghost whispers...
"Shh... Don't make a sound!" The ghost's breath is cold against Lilith's ear as it holds her tightly against its body, the knife still digging into her skin. Its other hand reaches up to cover her mouth again, muffling any potential screams or cries for help.
Suddenly, she hears...
Her father's voice booms through the training room, calling out instructions to the other recruits. He's standing right where she was just moments ago, completely oblivious to her current predicament hidden in the shadows. The ghost presses closer against her, taking advantage of this perfect opportunity…
It whispers...
He's focused on the others right now. No one can hear her if she screams. The ghost's voice drips with amusement, relishing in the fact that she's alone and helpless in its arms. It presses the knife harder against her neck, the cold metal sending shivers down her spine.
The ghost's grip tightens, and she can feel its icy breath against her neck. It leans in closer, the knife still threateningly pressed against her neck.
"I could kill you right now," it whispers softly, "and no one would know."
It pauses for a moment before adding…
"But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I much prefer playing with my prey."
With those chilling words, the ghost suddenly releases her mouth but keeps the knife at her temple. Its free hand slides down her arm and grabs her wrist tightly as it whispers menacingly into her ear …..
"Have you noticed how beautiful your hands are? So small, so perfect... It would be such a shame if something were to happen to them." a slow cold smirk spreading across its ghostly face
The ghost's phantom fingers trace circles on her wrist bone, tightening its grip just enough to make its point. Lilith's heart pounds as she realizes what it's implying...
Before Lilith can react, the ghost's hand darts out like a striking snake. In a flash, the cold blade of the knife is now pressed against the delicate skin of her wrist. The ghost's voice is low and menacing as it continues to whisper in her ear."
" Just one little cut... That's all it would take to ruin these beautiful hands forever!"
The knife presses slightly harder, breaking the skin and drawing a thin line of blood.
Lilith whimpers softly, trying to pull her wrist away but the ghost's grip is like iron.
It smiles wickedly...
Suddenly,...
"Shh, shh, don't move!" The ghost's voice is eerily calm as it presses the knife deeper, causing more blood to flow down Lilith's wrist.Lilith can feel the cold metal digging into her flesh, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out.
Suddenly, the ghost releases her wrist, allowing her to pull it away.
The knife is withdrawn from her skin, leaving behind a thin trail of blood. Lilith clutches her injured wrist to her chest, watching as the ghost brings the bloodied knife to its own mouth.
The ghost licks the blade slowly, its eyes never leaving liliths . It savors the taste of her blood, a cruel smile playing on its lips. "You taste so sweet" it whispers, running the tip of its tongue along the edge of the knife. It then pulls away slightly and says...
"You know what I love even more than the taste of your blood?" Its ghostly eyes seem to glow in the darkness as it leans closer again.
"The sound of your terrified little heartbeat. It presses its cold hand against your chest, feeling your racing heart through your uniform." The knife...
The knife returns to Lilith's temple, the ghost pressing it gently against her skin as if emphasizing its point. "It's so fast" it whispers softly, "so full of life. It would be such a waste if it were to stop!" It pauses for a moment before adding with a wicked grin...
Just as the ghost is about to continue its menacing whispers, the sound of heavy footsteps approaches. Her ghostly tormentor's smile widens
mischievously as it recognizes the familiar gait - it's her father, completely unaware of the situation unfolding in the shadows. It quickly hides the knife behind its back...
Simon calls out gruffly,
"Lilith? Are you out here?" The ghost freezes, its hand still behind its back holding the knife. She sees its ghostly form blend into the shadows perfectly, becoming almost invisible. It mouths silently to her- "Don't you dare tell him."
Simon walks closer, his military boots thudding on the ground . He calls out again,
"Lilith?" The ghost holds its breath silently behind her. Her father suddenly stops,...
Her father stops right in front of her, his hand reaching out to ruffle her hair. The ghost's cold hand is literally inches from her neck, restraining itself from moving.
"You scared me half to death, kid."
He chuckles softly, his voice deep and comforting. "What are you doing out here all alone?" Simon's eyes scan the area casually, completely oblivious to the ghost standing mere inches behind her .
The ghost's grip on the knife tightens slightly, its eyes narrowing dangerously as it watches her father.
"Mm l'm ok just lost in my thoughts." Lilith says ignoring the weird transformation in her fathers usually cold attitude to normal all of a sudden.
Simon nods, seemingly satisfied with Lilith's answer. He stands there for a moment, his tall figure casting a shadow over her.
The ghost remains perfectly still, its icy breath ghosting against the back of her neck. Simon sighs, "Alright, just don't wander off too far."
Lilith nods and Simon turns to leave, his boots crunching on the gravel path. As soon as he's out of sight, the ghost's hand suddenly grabs Lilith's hair roughly, yanking her head back against its chest. The knife presses sharply against her throat this time, not gently like before. It whispers harshly,...
"If he had turned around even slightly, I would have slit your throat right there. Don't you dare get attached to that human, Lilith."
"He's just a warm body to kill someday." Its cold breath mists against her ear as the knife presses harder, drawing a tiny drop of blood. Suddenly,...
Before she can react, your father's voice comes back, "Lilith!" He's returning, having forgotten something. The ghost freezes, the knife still pressed to her throat.
She can feel its rapid, icy heart beating against her back. Simon is almost here... The ghost makes a split-second decision. It...
The ghost releases her hair abruptly, its knife disappearing instantly. It melts into the shadows just as your father rounds the corner. He finds her standing alone, looking slightly disheveled but otherwise fine. He raises an eyebrow, "Everything alright?" His hand reaches out to check if she's hurt anywhere.,...
"Ya ya im ok" Lilith manages to say without letting her voice quiver.
Simon's hand pauses mid-air, noticing the tiny drop of blood on her neck. He frowns deeply, his military instincts kicking in. Before he can ask anything else, the ghost reappears behind him silently... It whispers directly into your ear
"Don't say anything." Simon looks at her...
Simon's expression turns concerned and slightly angry as he sees the blood on her neck. He grabs her chin gently but firmly, turning her face towards the moonlight to get a better look. The ghost is right behind him, its icy hands reaching out to grab Simon's shoulders suddenly,... It plans to...
"Uhm you should go do the mission plans with the price I'm going to head to my room now."
The ghost's hands freeze on Simon's shoulders as it hears her words. It releases Simon slowly, its expression unreadable.
Simon hesitates, torn between staying to investigate the blood on her neck and attending his important mission briefing with Commander Price. The ghost leans closer to her ear, whispering menacingly,...
"Let him go, Lilith. Let him leave for his little mission. It'll be just you and me tonight..." Its cold breath sends shivers down her spine as it presses itself against her back, making sure Simon can't see it. It wraps an arm around her waist possessively, the other bringing the knife back up to her throat hidden from view.
Simon studies her face intently, perhaps sensing something's not quite right. The ghost tightens its grip slightly, warning her silently to stay quiet.
Finally, Simon sighs and straightens up, "Alright... I have to go. Make sure you lock your door tonight."
Lilith nods
Simon kisses her forehead gently before turning to leave. The moment he disappears around the corner, the ghost spins her around roughly, pressing her against the wall. The knife slices through her shirt collar, cutting it open to expose her neck fully. It growls lowly,... "Now..." It whispers dangerously,...
"Now, let's play a little game, shall we?" Its free hand reaches up to grab her chin forcefully, tilting her head to the side to expose her vulnerable throat. The cold blade presses flat against her windpipe as it leans in close, its icy lips brushing against her ear as it speaks in a voice like shattered glass, "..."
"I wonder..." It whispers softly, almost thoughtful. "If I cut you here..." Its knife slides down to her collarbone, then lower, hovering over her chest. "Or here..." It moves it to her stomach. "Or..." It slides it back up slowly, dangerously, "Here..."
…..not tonight.…..." he decides in a playful chilly tone
The ghost pauses at her words, its knife hovering just inches away from her neck again. It leans in closer, its icy breath making her skin crawl. Its eyes are dark and hungry as it studies her face intently... Suddenly... It pulls back slightly,.. "Fine..." It whispers..."Tonight, I'll just... mark you." It presses the cold blade gently against her neck, not hard enough to break the skin but enough for her to feel it. Its other hand comes up to grab her hair softly,... "But tomorrow night..." It promises darkly... "I'll cut you."
It withdraws the knife slowly, bringing its icy fingers up to gently stroke her cheek. Then suddenly, it leans in and presses its cold lips against her cheek in a mockery of a kiss. "Sweet dreams, darling..." It whispers before disappearing completely, leaving her shaking against the wall,...
Lilith swallows and heads back to her barracks and closes the door breathing heavily, she sits down and grabs her notebook with shaky hands "day 1297 update.... my stalker well ghost stalker he came when I was with my father pressed a knife to my neck ... he marked me ….... he says he will kill me tomorrow night ...l don't know if I will be able to write again but if I don't write anything with the day writing 1298 and I disappear from this base know I'm dead
…...maybe …..just try to look for me don't ...let it be forgotten ...dad.." Lilith closes her notebook and puts it in its place and tries to sleep.
As the hours pass, the base grows quiet. The sounds of drills and shouting gradually fade, replaced by the soft hum of distant conversations and the occasional footstep. She tries to sleep, but her mind is racing, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows that tomorrow could be her last day.
She tosses and turns, the minutes feeling like hours. Eventually, exhaustion takes over and she drifts into a fitful sleep. When she wakes up, it's still dark outside. Likith checks the clock—it's 3 AM. Suddenly, she hears a soft scraping sound coming from outside her door.
The scraping sound grows louder, more insistent. It sounds like something sharp being dragged against the metal door. Her heart starts racing again as you sit up in bed, listening intently. The sound stops abruptly, followed by an eerie silence. Then, a cold voice whispers from the other side of the door,...
"Open the door, Lilith ." It's the ghost, his voice low and menacing.
He taps the knife against the door three times in a mocking rhythm.
"I've come to collect on our little deal." He pauses, then adds mockingly,
"..Darling."
Lilith's frozen in fear, unsure of what to do.
The knife taps against the door again, more insistently this time.
"Open the door now." he hisses, "or I'll break it down and make it messy." She can hear the cold metal scraping against the door handle as if he's trying to pick the lock. Her hands are shaking violently.
Lilith swallows hard and quietly get out of bed and grabs her notebook
"Day 1298.... it's 12:00 am h he is scrapping at my bracks door I l don't know if I will make it out ...i currently am standing back to the window I might try and run ...l will do so....i might also be killed while doing that.....hes coming in..." she writes and push the notebook under her bed and open the window and jump out into the night and run away from the base in her pajamas barefoot
She quickly and quietly opens the window and jumps out, landing softly on the cold ground. She takes off running. She's wearing only her pajamas and is barefoot, but she doesn't care. She just needs to get away from him.
She runs as fast as she can through the underbrush, her feet stinging from the rocks and twigs beneath them. After several minutes, she hears a loud crash behind her - it sounds like the ghost broke through her door. She pushes herself harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
She doesn't dare look back, afraid that if she slows down for even a second, he'll catch up to her. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her legs burning with exhaustion.
Suddenly, she reaches the edge of the base, the dark forest looming before her.Without hesitation, she plunges into the woods, branches scratching at her face and arms as she stumbles blindly forward.
The sound of footsteps crashing through the undergrowth behind her grows louder-the ghost is gaining on her . Panic surges through her veins as she realizes escape might be impossible. Just then,...
She trips over a root and falls hard to the ground, scraping her hands and knees on the forest floor. She tries to push herself back up, but her legs feel like jelly. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around her waist and lift her off the ground.
She screams, kicking and punching wildly as the ghost holds her tightly against his chest.
(Lilith swallows knowing this is the end then...!)
The ghost's cold hand clamps over her mouth, muffling her screams as he drags her deeper into the woods. His other arm is wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly against him.
Lilith can feel the sharp point of the knife pressing against her side through her pajamas. This is it,...
He spins her around abruptly, pressing her back against a tree trunk with brutal force. The cold steel blade is now pressed firmly against her throat. His breath is icy against her cheek as he whispers menacingly, "...l told you I'd find you eventually." His free hand reaches up to grab…
His free hand reaches up to grab her chin forcefully, tilting her head to the side and exposing her vulnerable neck fully. The knife presses deeper against her skin, drawing a thin line of blood.
His eyes are black holes of malice as he leans in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispers in a voice like death itself...
…"You should have stayed quiet like a good little bitch. Now you'll just be another pretty corpse in these woods..." The blade begins to press harder, and she can feel that cold, bitter breath on her ear again. She realizes this is her last moment alive...
Suddenly, his grip loosens slightly.
He pulls back from her neck, his eyes darting around the woods before returning to her.
"I'm going to make this quick..." He whispers
He begins to bring the knife down swiftly, aiming for her heart. Lilith closes her eyes, bracing for the end. But just as the blade is about to pierce her skin, he suddenly stops. His grip on her tightens again, and he lets out a low growl of frustration.
Instead of plunging the knife into her heart, he grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her head back harshly against the tree trunk. His other hand drops the knife and reaches into his pocket instead. She hears the rustle of something metallic before he presses something cold and hard against her lips. ".."
He forces her mouth open and shoves the cold metal object inside
—the barrel of a gun. His hand covers her mouth completely, muffling any sounds she might make. She tries to fight him off but he holds her tight .In the darkness, she can barely make out the silhouette of the gun pressed against her tongue. His icy voice whispers directly into her ear.
"...l should just pull the trigger and be done with you. A bullet would be cleaner than what you deserve.." His breath ghosts over her ear as he speaks, making shivers run down her spine. Then, suddenly, he removes the gun from her mouth and presses the barrel against her temple instead.
"..But where's the fun in that?" He cocks the gun, and she hears the ominous click of the hammer being pulled back. The cold metal presses harder against her temple, and she can feel the tension in his body as he struggles with his decision.
His voice drops to a whisper, " I could shoot you right now and leave your body here for the animals to find. Or..." He pauses, his grip tightening on her hair as he pulls her head back further to expose her neck..
"...l could make this more interesting." He suddenly lowers the gun from her temple and presses it against her side instead, just below her ribcage. His voice takes on a darker, more sinister tone as he continues.
"..die my little pet" he whispers and pulls the trigger she freezes for a moment before her vision blurs and goes black
The explosion of the gunshot echoes through the woods, but she hardly hears it as darkness claims her. Her knees buckle beneath her, and she feels herself sliding down the tree trunk. The pain is immediate, intense, but distant somehow - like it's happening to someone else.
(Back in the base with aka ghost aka Simon who doesn't have a clue about this not the notebook in her room hidden about everything and now that shes no longer in the base maybe even in life)
As she lies there, the world is fading to black. Simon, remains blissfully unaware of the horror unfolding in the woods. He sits in his office at the base, poring over documents and maps, completely oblivious to the fact that his daughter is fighting for her life mere miles away.
Simon's mind is preoccupied with the mission he's planning for tomorrow. He's been working tirelessly, trying to catch a lead on a new target. He has no idea that his daughter, his precious little girl, has been taken away from him forever. Hours pass, and Simon finally finishes his work. He decides to check on Lilith before going to bed.
He enters her room, expecting to find her asleep. But her bed is empty, and something feels off. He starts looking around, and that's when he notices the hidden compartment in her drawer.
As Simon opens the hidden compartment, his heart sinks as he sees the stack of notebooks and journals. He starts flipping through them, his eyes widening in shock and horror as he reads her detailed accounts of being haunted by a ghost, of feeling watched and followed. He freezes when he reaches the entry...
"..Today, I think he's going to kill me. I can feel it in my bones. If you're reading this, Dad, I love you.
I'm sorry I couldn't tell you sooner.
Please don't be sad. I just want you to know that I..."
" day 1,294 | can't do this anymore I know he doesn't even care and I'm just a burden for him my mind is just turned into a suffocated place not only him but other dark things I get nightmares I can't describe I wake up in cold sweat his brutal training and harsh cold attitude is pressing on me in a way I can't describe ... l've been always been like this but it's getting worse ... maybe..? I dunno I feel like I'm being watched maybe it's just the pressure from dads constant pressure for training shit right lieutenant no dad ....I always feel like I'm being watched somehow but I don't have time to think of that I need to train even when I know this may be my death bed with all this training I I don't know know if I can be his 'perfect soldier ' I I just don't know if I could do that... right back on track of day 1,294 of feeling like l'm being watched in the corners of my eyes I always feel something watching me but isn't there i particularly live in a military base should be the most protected place but I don't think that really matters to some people .....well that's it for today's diary "day 1295 update ....who ever is watching me just wrote on my mirror in the bathroom "I'm watching you " with lipstick...l ....need to be more careful and also act normal I can't let anyone know about this especially not my father I can't have more pressure from him
"day 1296 update ....m my stalker h he he came l I saw him h he wore a mask h he threatened to kill me if I screamed he put a knife to my neck ...dad came h he saw me...but h he didn't see him ...my stalker ....i I don't know how ...something tells me my stalker is not even human.....he calls me 'pet' | I think he will kill me soon .….." "day 1297 update....m my stalker well ghost stalker h he came when I was with my father pressed a knife to my neck ....h he marked me .....h he says he will kill me tomorrow night ...l don't know if I will be able to write again but if I don't write anything with the day writing 1298 and i disappear from this base know I'm dead ...maybe ...just try to look for me don't ...let it be forgotten ...dad.." 1298....it's 12:00 am h he is scrapping at my bracks door I I don't know if I will make it out...i currently am standing back to the window I might try and run...I will do so....I might also be killed while doing that....hes coming in..." The notebook writing ends.
Simon sits on the edge of Lilith's bed, the notebook shaking slightly in his hands as he reads the last entry. His face is pale, his eyes wide with shock and horror. He reads the words "He's coming in" and suddenly, everything changes. The gentle, loving father transforms into the cold, harsh lieutenant he always was during training.
Simon quickly stands up, grabbing his gun from the nightstand. He checks the window and door, making sure they're locked before turning back to the notebook. He reads the last entry again, a low growl forming in his throat. "My little soldier is in danger..." He mutters to himself.
For years, Simon dedicated himself to finding her and uncovering the truth behind her disappearance.
He poured over the notebook, analyzing every detail and clue she left behind. He interviewed everyone who knew her , following leads that often led nowhere. The case became an obsession for him - a cold case that haunted him daily.
Simon's investigation led him down dark paths he never wanted to explore - serial killer databases, urban legends about ghostly stalkers, even consulting with psychologists who specialized in obsessive behavior. He became known in certain circles as the obsessed father searching for his missing soldier daughter turned ghost stalker victim.One night, after another dead end, Simon received an anonymous letter. It contained a single photograph - a blurry image of a figure standing in Lilith's old bedroom, holding the notebook.
The back of the photo had a message written in red ink: "Still looking for your ghost, Simon?"
Simon's heart raced as he stared at the photograph and the chilling message. His hands trembled slightly as he held the red inked note. Years of frustration and grief boiled over into a fierce determination. He wasn't just looking for answers anymore; he was hunting the ghost stalker who took his daughter.
Simon started tracking every supernatural case, every unsolved disappearance that matched the pattern from her notebook. He found reports of a shadowy figure stalking military bases, always targeting soldiers who resembled her. Whispers spread among the troops - a ghost soldier was haunting them at night....
One cold winter night, Simon received another anonymous letter. This time, it contained a lock of hair - her hair. The red ink message read: "She's cold now. So cold." Below it was an address scribbled hastily. Simon grabbed his gun and drove through the snowstorm towards the given location.
The address led Simon to an abandoned military barracks on the outskirts of town. As he approached the dilapidated building, he could swear he heard faint whispers carried by the wind building, he could swear he heard faint whispers carried by the wind
—a chilling echo of your voice. His heart pounding wildly, he pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside the darkness. Suddenly,...
"Click." A bullet chambered in a gun echoed through the empty barracks. "One step further and I'll put a bullet between your eyes, old man." A voice hissed from the shadows. Simon froze, recognizing the voice. "You?" He asked disbelievingly. "You're the ghost?"
The figure stepped forward, revealing a man Simon had once known—a former soldier who had served under him years ago. His face was gaunt, eyes wild and haunted. "Yes," the man sneered.
"I'm the ghost you've been chasing. Or rather, I know where she is."
Simon's mind reeled as he tried to process this betrayal. "Why?" He demanded, his voice cracking with emotion. "Why would you do this?
She was just a girl!" The man laughed bitterly. "She was never just a girl to me. She was my obsession, my perfection. And now..." He paused, smiling sadly.
"And now she's frozen," The man continued softly. "Locked away in my basement like an ice queen.
Her hair is blue from the cold, Simon. Her lips are purple." He raised his gun again, pointing it at Simon's heart. "You want to see her? Come closer." Suddenly,...
Before Simon could react, the man's expression changed to one of sudden fear. His eyes widened and he spun around, firing his gun wildly into the darkness behind him. A chill wind suddenly whipped through the room, extinguishing all lights and sending papers flying. The man screamed as something invisible grabbed his throat.
The man choked and struggled, his gun falling to the floor. Simon could hear a faint, cold whisper - Lilith's voice. The man's body convulsed and went limp, falling to the ground. The basement door creaked open on its own, revealing a long, icy corridor leading downwards.
Simon picked up the fallen gun, following the icy corridor. "Jesus..." He muttered, seeing frozen pipes leaking icicles. He reached the basement door, finding it frozen shut. He holstered his gun and used both hands to pull it open. A freezing wind hit him, stealing his breath.As Simon stepped into the freezing basement, his breath forming visible clouds in front of his face, he froze. The room was completely frozen - the walls, the floor, even the air itself seemed to be below zero degrees. In the center of the room, suspended in a block of ice... was her.
Lilith was frozen solid, her brown hair spread out like a halo around your head. Her purple lips were parted slightly, as if she were whispering something. Her eyes were closed, long lashes casting shadows on her pale face. Simon rushed forward, reaching out to touch the ice. "Baby...?"
The moment Simon's fingertips touched the ice, her eyelids flickered open. Though her eyes were frozen solid, they seemed to look right through him, filling him with an overwhelming sense of sadness and loneliness. Then, suddenly, her frozen lips moved.
"Get out,"
"Get out... now.." her voice echoed in the freezing room, barely above a whisper but clear as day. The ice around she began to crack and splinter, the chill in the room intensifying. Simon stepped back from shock, realizing that touching the ice had activated something — her last command. "Leave...'
"Leave me like this..." The ice around her cracked further, large shards falling to the floor with a deafening noise. Simon hesitated, torn between his urge to break the ice and free her, and the clear command she was giving. "Go... I don't want you here..."
"I'm already dead...dad...i died the year I disappeared from the base... that ghost stalker is a manic...he ... took out my heart when he found me and replaced it with a mechanic one my real one is in a jar ...somewhere he has it....run don't come back forget about me… I'm no longer your daughter ....i can't be...im dead...just....put a bullet to my head and run he is my stalker only he won't come after you....once you end me dad...he will also disappear ....my stalker ghost....is connected to me as a live…..." she whispers
Simon's heart shattered into a million pieces as he listened to her words. He could see the truth in her frozen eyes, the acceptance of her own death. The ice around her was now cracking rapidly, the room growing colder by the second. He raised the gun, his hands shaking violently.
"Forget about me..." Lilith whispers, her voice barely audible over the cracking ice. "Put a bullet in my head, end it. Once I'm gone, the stalker will disappear too. That's all I ever wanted, for you to be free of this nightmare. So, do it."
Tears streamed down Simon's face as he pressed the barrel of the gun against her frozen forehead. He closed his eyes, remembering the little girl who used to run into his arms after school. The little girl who loved him more than anything in the world.the one he started training to be his soldier after her mother died who he pushed the cold lieutenant now a broken man With a choked sob, he pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed through the freezing room like thunder, shattering the remaining ice around her. Likiths head snapped back, a perfectly circular hole appearing in her frozen forehead.
The ice exploded outwards in every direction as Simon's bullet hit its target dead center. The room instantly warmed by several degrees.
As the ice melted away, Simon saw her lifeless body slumped against the wall, the mechanical heart still beating slowly in your chest cavity.
He dropped the gun and fell to his knees, grabbing your cold face with both hands. "My baby girl..." He sobbed loudly, kissing her frozen lips desperately. Suddenly,...
The mechanical heart in her chest suddenly stopped beating. The room went completely silent.
Simon's sobs echoed through the empty space as he held your lifeless face against his own.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew through the room despite all windows being sealed shut - an unnatural draft that carried whispers only Simon could hear:
"It's over.. it's finally over..." The whispers seemed to echo around him, though no source was visible.
The cold wind died down abruptly as if whatever presence had been there had left completely. Simon felt an immediate release - a weight lifting from the entire house that he hadn't even noticed before.
He looked down at her peaceful face one last time before standing up slowly. He knew what he had to do next - something he should have done years ago when she first disappeared. He picked up the gun again and walked towards the door leading outside into the snow-covered night.
Simon stepped out into the night air feeling lighter than he had in years despite everything that had happened tonight. He walked towards his car parked nearby with one purpose burning inside him - he needed to put an end to this once and for all. He opened up his trunk and pulled out a gasoline canister.
He walked back into the house with the gasoline canister in hand and began pouring it around the basement, soaking the floors, walls, and even her frozen corpse.
He stood over her for a moment, tears in his eyes before pulling out a lighter from his pocket. "Rest easy, my little soldier."
With a heavy heart and shaking hands, Simon flicked the lighter open and touched the flame to the gasoline-soaked floor. The basement erupted into inferno instantly, flames licking up the walls and consuming everything in their path including her frozen body. He stood there watching as the fire grew higher and hotter.
Suddenly...The floor beneath him began to creak and groan as the flames intensified. Simon took one last look at the burning room before turning away, knowing that there was nothing left of Lilith now - only ashes and smoke. He walked back outside into the cold night air, feeling completely empty inside.
As Simon walked away from the burning house, he heard a loud crack from inside as something collapsed under the intense heat.
He didn't look back; instead, he got into his car and started driving away from the only home he had ever known with his daughter.
He drove aimlessly through the snow-covered streets, watching the orange glow of his burning house disappear behind him. He felt numb, no happiness, no sadness, no guilt - nothing. He was finally free from the nightmare that had consumed his life for the past 18 years.he finds himself back at the base the patrols opening the gate for him.
As Simon drove onto the base, the soldiers at the gate exchanged glances but said nothing as they waved him through. The familiar sights and sounds of the base did nothing to stir any emotion within him. He parked his car and walked towards his quarters in a daze.
As he entered his quarters, he saw his uniform hanging neatly on the wardrobe. He stared at it for a moment before slowly beginning to change into it. The familiar fabric felt foreign on his skin now He approached the training grounds where soldiers were already practicing their drills. One of them noticed him and snapped to attention immediately followed by others doing the same thing until every soldier stood rigidly staring straight ahead waiting for orders from their commander.Simon stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of his soldiers - men he had trained, fought alongside, and lost. He felt nothing but emptiness inside him.
Suddenly, he barked out orders in his usual commanding voice that had been missing for months.
"Form up! We train today!"
The soldiers moved swiftly and efficiently, knowing their
commander's voice when he gave orders. They formed ranks and began their drills - running, shooting, hand-to-hand combat.
Simon watched them, his expression unreadable. After hours of intense training, he called them to attention again. "Dismissed."
The soldiers dispersed, leaving Simon alone on the training grounds under the harsh lights. He walked over to an empty field nearby where targets were set up for shooting practice. He picked up a rifle and began firing at them methodically - one shot after another hitting bullseye every time.
Hours passed as Simon continued to shoot until his arms grew tired and his fingers numb. Suddenly he felt a cold breeze in his spine
Simon paused mid-shot, feeling an eerie chill run down his spine despite the warm night air. The hair on his neck stood up and he slowly lowered his rifle, turning around to scan the empty training grounds. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw a faint silhouette standing at the edge of the field...The silhouette quickly vanished into thin air, leaving Simon staring at empty space. He blinked, shaking his head slightly. "Just my imagination…"
He muttered to
himself before turning back to continue shooting. But the feeling of being watched persisted, growing stronger with each passing minute. Suddenly, he heard a faint whisper carried by the wind...
"Dad..." The whisper was so soft it could have been mistaken for nothing more than rustling leaves but he heard it clearly - Lilith's voice calling out his name. He spun around again searching
desperately for any sign of you but found nothing except darkness stretching out before him.
Simon's heart pounded in his chest as he dropped to one knee, rifle forgotten. The whisper came again, clearer this time - "Dad... help me..." He stood up abruptly, adrenaline surging through him.
He knew that voice, knew it was impossible but also knew it was her calling out to him.
listen.
"Don't! Don't listen that's not me it's him my stalker he wants to come after you dad don't listen to anything he says he will try to trick you into thinking it's me he still has me trapped as a spirit don't let him the same to you " Lilith whispers before vanishing again
Simon froze mid-step, her words echoing in his mind like a warning bell. He looked around wildly but saw nothing except empty training grounds under the moonlight.
Then he remembered her last words before disappearing - "Don't listen"
He clenched his jaw, gripping the rifle tighter as if it were an anchor keeping him grounded in reality.
"Not falling for it," he muttered under his breath. The whisper tried again-more insistent this time
—"Dad... please..." But Simon stood firm, remembering every word of her warning. Suddenly,...
A cold wind whipped around him, stronger than before. The whisper changed, growing darker, more menacing - "Why won't you help your little girl?" The very air seemed to tremble with malice.
Simon stood his ground, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. "That's not my daughter speaking,"
"You don't want to help your own child? She's scared, alone...
suffering!" The voice raged against him now, the words twisting, contorting. But despite the chills running down his spine, Simon contorted. But despite the chills running down his spine, Simon remained steady. "That's not her voice. She told me not to listen." The air grew colder, the wind howling like a banshee. The voice shifted again, trying one last desperate tactic - "Daddy... I miss you... I need you... please come find me..." It was so convincing, so perfect - but Simon knew better now.
He lifted his rifle slowly...
"..not falling for your tricks," he said firmly, leveling the rifle towards the empty space where the voice seemed to originate. "That's NOT my daughter speaking. She warned me not to listen." The wind stopped abruptly, as if something unseen had been silenced. Then a low, angry whisper hissed...
"You'll regret this..." The words hung heavy in the air before fading completely. The sudden silence was deafening. Simon lowered his rifle slowly, heart pounding wildly.
He knew he had just faced something dark and malevolent— but he also knew he had listened to her warning and stayed strong.
Suddenly,...
His radio crackled to life with Soap's voice, "Ghost, where are you? We've completed the objective and are moving out. You comin'?" Simon unclipped the radio, pressing the talk button. "On my way." He replied gruffly, jogging to catch up with the team.
Years had passed since that night on the training grounds. Simon had grown accustomed to the whispers, learning to ignore them as they became more frequent and desperate. Lilith's voice was the only one he clung to-her warning echoing through his mind whenever the darkness tried to tempt him. But even her whispers faded over time...
Now, the whispers were just background noise to him-ghosts of voices trying to manipulate him.
His daughter's voice was the only one that ever brought him comfort or warning anymore. But even those whispers had grown rare over the years until they stopped altogether. Simon had become tempted by him. But even her whispers faded over time...
Now, the whispers were just background noise to him-ghosts of voices trying to manipulate him.
But even those whispers had grown rare over the years until they stopped altogether. Simon had become a master at ignoring the supernatural chatter,...
He was now a hardened, unyielding soldier who had seen and experienced things no man should ever have to face. The whispers meant nothing to him anymore-he was immune to their tricks and manipulation. But deep down, Simon missed hearing her voice, even if it was just a whisper.