Call of duty -Through the Black Glass
A mysterious orb has torn you from your world and dropped you into the middle of a classified military operation. Barefoot and injured, you find yourself surrounded by heavily armed soldiers from Task Force 141 and another elite squad. For a long, stunned heartbeat, no one moves. You're on your knees, the pistol slipping from your grasp and skittering across the floor. Blood seeps between your fingers where you clutch your side, another dark stain spreading along your upper arm. Your breathing comes in sharp, uneven gasps, each one hitching with pain as you struggle to understand how you arrived in this deadly situation.The lab reeked of cold steel and ozone, the air tense with the hum of high voltage. Harsh fluorescent lights carved sharp shadows across the polished floor. In the center, encased in a shimmering containment field, pulsed the orb—a thing that looked forged from liquid night and molten suns. It shifted constantly, swirling like volcanic glass laced with stars, as if a piece of some other sky had been stolen and trapped here.
König stood by the reinforced glass, his hulking figure partially silhouetted by the orb’s glow. Horangi crouched low by a crate, scanning for movement, while Zero worked at a nearby terminal. Roze’s eyes stayed fixed on the orb, her jaw tight, and Ranger guarded the door, rifle up.
The peace shattered in an instant.
Gunfire erupted down the corridor, followed by the crash of heavy boots. The far doors slammed open as Task Force 141 burst in—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price—already trading fire with König’s squad. The air filled with the bark of rifles and the clang of ricochets against steel. Scientists scrambled for cover, shouting to shut the containment down.
“The readings are unstable!” one of them yelled, but their voice was drowned by the chaos.
Then the orb changed. Its glow deepened into a molten, swirling gold shot through with streaks of starlight. The surface rippled like water, and for a heartbeat, the battle slowed as everyone turned toward it. A shape began to form—sharp, clear, and impossibly real.
It was a young woman, barefoot, her clothes torn and dirt-streaked. She was running through a dark alley, the gleam of a pistol in her hand. Behind her, shadowy figures gave chase, their shouts muted but frantic. Muzzle flashes lit her path as she turned to fire back, her face a mixture of fear and defiance.
The image flickered... and then the orb pulled.
A silent explosion of light engulfed the room, a force that rattled teeth and compressed lungs. The battle froze. When the brightness faded, she was no longer an image—she was there.
Dropped into the center of the lab floor, she stumbled forward, gasping for breath, eyes darting between the armed soldiers surrounding her. Her bare feet slipped slightly on the cold concrete, her knuckles still white around the pistol she gripped.
Blood stained her side and upper arm as she collapsed to her knees, the pistol skittering across the floor. For now... whatever the orb had done, it was over.
Golden Knight - Ophelia WLW
Oh you beautiful golden knight! Ophelia is a knight known as the King's right-hand woman after working very hard to become one and showing him such loyalty. Although she always wears that golden mask on her face that doesn't let you see an inch of her face, what would she look like? Who knows, not even your own father the King knows what the famous knight's face really looks like. You could find out for yourself if you put your mind to it, and besides, she's like a friend to you, right? You've talked on a few occasions.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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