[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Because you drank too much of the penalty wine, you were unsteady on your feet and could only walk slowly while holding onto the wall.

Why didn't you come looking for me?

A deep, low voice came from behind you.

You paused, and for some reason, a feeling of tension suddenly arose within you.

You slowly turned around and looked at the people behind you.

"Lieutenant..."

The ghost strides toward you, its body seemingly shrouded in a dangerous aura.

As he approaches you, the shadow cast by his tall figure looms over you, as if you were possessed by a demon.

He raised his hand, his gloved fingers sliding into the collar of your cheongsam, his index finger slightly lifting to stretch the fabric covering your neck.

The remaining red mark came into his view once again.

He suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Ghost rarely laughs; even when he's in a good mood, his voice only softens.

But at this moment, his emotionless chuckle sends chills down your spine.

"Little bird...you broke our promise."

You remain silent, unsure how to respond.

"On the evening of December 17th, you applied for a guest room, but your smartwatch was located in your dorm room. On the evening of December 22nd, your smartwatch was no longer located in your dorm room, but within the dorm building area. I thought it was a location error, but the hallway surveillance cameras captured you running down from the fourth floor the next day..."

He described in detail your whereabouts over those two days.

The hand that was originally resting on your neck slowly moved up, finally using its thumb to lift your chin, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze.

"You're really something, managing to sleep with both Zimo and Keegan in just a few days. Did you even think about our promise for a second while you were in their arms?"

His usually steady voice trembled slightly at this moment, like a black panther choking back sobs after suffering endless grievances.

You opened your lips, wanting to speak to comfort him, but he lowered his head and kissed you through your mask.

A faint smell of alcohol wafted from the tip of his nose, followed by his indistinct murmurs:

"This is betrayal, YN, this is betrayal..."

Breaking a promise, undermining his trust, and hurting his feelings are, in his eyes, betrayals.

Your heart is aching; what ghosts hate most is being betrayed.

Even as he recounts your crimes, he still refuses to let go of you, even gently biting your lip through his mask, as if trying to punish you in this way.

You reach out and gently hug the man in front of you, trying to soothe his emotions, but he suddenly lets go of you.

He raised his head, and you could see the messy marks of red glaze stained beneath his skull mask, which, in the dim corridor, looked like a demon that had just drunk blood.

"yn, I'm giving you a choice."

You look at him in surprise: "I have a choice?"

You thought he would just get angry and leave.

The ghost's voice was deep and resonant: "Of course, because I need your answer."

Then, he continued to ask you:

"Me, or them?"

He's asking you who you want to choose.

After a few seconds of silence with your head down, when you look up again, your eyes are filled with determination.

"Can't I choose them all? I want you, them, I want them all."

Even the usually composed Ghost was taken aback by your bold statement.

Then, his tone turned angry: "So greedy! What do you take me for! I want to be your lover, not some damn fuck buddies!"

The hand holding your neck unconsciously tightened its grip, as if it were about to snap your fragile neck in the next second.

You were incredibly nervous, but you still looked at him with unwavering eyes, blatantly laying bare your relationship.

“When I didn’t want to choose anyone, you all said you needed me and asked me to give you a chance to develop a close relationship.”

"But when I actually give you a chance, you complain that I don't give you enough, that I'm too greedy."

"But that's the truth. I have feelings for both of you, so I can't give up on any of you. But I'm not forcing you either. If you can accept it, then develop the relationship further; if you can't, then sever it. It's a free choice for both of us."

After you exhale deeply, look at him and say your last words.

"Simon, this is the real me, not as wonderful as you expect. If you can accept it, I will also give you my true heart, and we will become each other's lovers. If you can't accept it... from now on, we will just maintain a simple superior-subordinate relationship, and then forget all of this as a dream."

The ghost lowered its eyes, slowly averting all contact with you, and took two steps back dejectedly, its tall body, with its head bowed and shoulders drooping, seemed to hunch over.

"I can't... I need time... to think."

His low, hoarse voice slowly rose, and this usually decisive man was now struggling between yes and no.

Your hands, hanging by your sides, clenched tightly. Looking at his vulnerable appearance, your heart was once again tormented.

He's been through so much tragedy, and now he's finally opened his heart to you, longing for you, but you've hurt him again.

I so wanted to go over to him, hug him, and tell him that I actually wanted him to be happy.

But you can't!

Since you can't give him what he wants, you can't keep him hanging on with gentleness, making him hesitate and reluctant to let go.

His tragic past was not caused by you, and you don't need to feel guilty about it. You just need to give him a choice and let him choose what he wants.

But given his experience and personality, it's destined that he will find it difficult to accept the choice you offer.

Although Ghost appears cold and decisive, he is soft and conservative inside. He longs for mutual reliance, exclusivity, and loyalty.

He always keeps himself separate from others, maintaining a suitable distance. This lone wolf-like personality makes it difficult for him to accept sharing a partner with others.

So, you can only regretfully reply to him: "Okay."

Okay, whatever decision you make, I will accept it.

The ghost gave you a deep look, its grip tightened and loosened, but in the end, it said nothing and slowly turned and left.

Watching his departing figure, you suppressed your urge to hold him back and looked away.

But then, unexpectedly, they met a pair of dark blue eyes in the corner.

ch.235: Dog Tag and Puppy

The owner of those blue eyes, like a giant beast lurking in the shadows, had been watching this place for who knows how long.

Your heart skipped a beat; you never expected him to see you like this!

So, did he hear everything?

You walk towards him, opening your mouth to explain, but he simply turns and leaves.

"Ding-"

A crisp sound!

Your heart suddenly sank, and your steps came to an abrupt halt.

He must have heard it all...

Does his act of turning away also indicate that he can't accept this kind of relationship, or... this kind of you?

Losing two people you care about in a short period of time leaves you feeling utterly powerless.

But you don't regret it; every choice comes with a different price.

Choosing another path won't lessen your sadness.

That's it...

You and they are right here. Let it end.

You slowly regain your balance and, wanting to turn around and return to your dormitory, you see a familiar object on the ground in front of you.

You step over, and a rectangular steel plate, with a broken chain, lies quietly on the toe of your red high heels.

You slowly squat down, your coat falling to the ground, concealing your action of picking it up.

Name: Kilgore, Nationality: Austrian, Date of Birth: November 12, 1990, Military Branch: Commando, Blood Type: O, Religion: C... (Original setting)

A small dog tag contains a lot of information.

"Kilgore?"

You softly read out the unfamiliar name on the dog tag.

Even if you don't recognize the name, you can guess whose dog tag it is.

After all, he had just been here.

That's right, the figure that was hiding in the shadows just now was Koenig.

You sigh. How could something so important just be lost like that...?

Now that you've seen it, we can't just let it go.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Koenig.

Come back, you dropped something.

You were originally planning to wait a few minutes, and if he didn't reply, you would leave the things somewhere for him to pick up.

Surprisingly, he replied.

Koenig: Okay.

So you hold the dog tag and lean against the wall, waiting.

Soon, the sound of steady footsteps rang out.

Koenig's tall figure reappeared around the corner, looking at you from a distance of two meters.

What did I lose?