[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

You just finished eating and took a shower, and in less than an hour, what kind of thoughts did he have in his mind?

Okay, you do have a problem; you were so busy that you forgot your appointment with him.

But he wasn't like this before!

Could it be that that incident was too traumatic for him, which is why he is so sensitive now?

The thought pops into your head and makes you feel guilty instantly.

So you immediately and anxiously sent him messages and made voice calls, but there was no reply.

You even tried calling him using a fitness tracker, but you still couldn't get through.

In this situation, it's likely that the ghost's phone has been turned off.

You suddenly stand up from the bed, take the coat hanging by the bedside, and put it on.

"YN, what are you going to do at this hour?!"

Blizzard immediately peeked out from under the covers, anxiously asking you questions.

During this time, she was terrified by your behavior and felt guilty every time she saw Zimo.

You didn't come back last night, and now you're about to leave again, so of course she can't let you go easily.

Her sisters must not indulge in male beauty!

You zipped up your coat and picked up the Chesterfield coat that had been on the bed all day.

"Go find the lieutenant and return his clothes to him."

You turned your head and said to Blizzard.

"Return it tomorrow. It's cold tonight, so don't go out."

Blizzard still wants to stop it, fearing that this is your excuse.

You said helplessly, "I have some important things to report to the lieutenant, I have to go out, blizzard."

Seeing your insistence, she couldn't stop you any longer, so she nodded:

"Then come back soon."

Vita also reminded you: "There is field training in your main class tomorrow, so make sure you get enough rest."

You nodded: "I'll be back as soon as possible."

Then you went out the door and hurried toward the ghost's office.

Through the gap at the bottom of the office door, it was clear that the inside was completely dark, so there was probably no one there.

But you worry that the ghost is deliberately ignoring you, or that it's just being alone and depressed, since ghosts usually stay in the office until very late.

So you kept taking pictures for a while, not giving up, until you were sure there was really no one inside, before you took out your phone and found Soap's number.

After getting the ghost's room number from the soap, you immediately turned around and headed to the dormitory building, climbing to the fifth floor for the first time in the cold night wind of the corridor.

There are very few rooms on the fifth floor, only four, and the ghost's room is on the far left.

You stood in front of his door, took a deep breath, and then raised your hand to knock.

This time, the ghost's deep, hoarse voice quickly came from inside.

"Who?"

You immediately replied, "Lieutenant, it's me, YN."

After a moment of silence, the voices continued to come from inside.

“I told you, you don’t need to come looking for me.”

You gripped your coat tightly and said firmly:

"Lieutenant, I have something important to discuss with you. I hope you can see me."

You can talk about Greaves's matter tomorrow or even later. You can also report it to other superiors, such as Zimo, who is more likely to trust you.

But you have an inexplicable obsession with finding ghosts.

It's a matter of trusting him, but also of worrying about him.

You initially thought you'd need to wait a little longer, but a few seconds later, the door was opened from the inside.

The door was opened a crack, and you could only see the dark background inside.

The ghost didn't appear or make a sound; it simply opened a crack in the wall, revealing a message to you.

The choice is yours: to turn and leave or to push the door open and enter.

You raised your hand and pushed open the door.

The moment you slowly step into the dimly lit room, you're greeted by a rich, mellow aroma of alcohol.

Then, you take in the layout of the room in the dim light.

It's roughly a layout with one guest room, one bedroom, and one bathroom. The living room is large, furnished with a sofa and a desk. Behind the desk is a wine cabinet and some gun racks.

The only light source in the room was a television playing a movie quietly, located opposite the sofa.

"Bang, click."

Behind me, I heard the sound of a door closing and a lock being locked.

You immediately turned around and saw the tall man standing in front of the door.

He was dressed casually, and beneath his short hair, which was indistinguishable as black or brown in the darkness, were a pair of familiar eyes. His high nose bridge and long, narrow face made his eyes appear very large.

But the obvious shadows under his eyes and his tightly pursed thin lips made his expression appear cold and gave off a sinister feeling.

"Lieutenant?"

You called out to him in confusion.

This is the first time you've seen the ghost's face. If it weren't for those familiar eyes, you probably wouldn't recognize it.

He doesn't look like you imagine, but he does have a ghostly, dark aura.

Only when the ghost slowly approaches you can you see his face more clearly.

The shadows under his eyes were dark circles, and he had short stubble on his chin and jaw, clearly indicating that he hadn't had enough rest.

"Why? I told you not to come over."

He parted his thin lips slightly, his eyes deep as he asked you.

Under his imposing gaze, you suppressed your nervousness and responded with a smile.

"Because I don't want to break my promise to you again."

Since he cares so much about this, then give him a satisfactory answer.

Upon hearing this, Ghost's tightly pursed lips curved into a slight upward arc, but her eyes revealed sorrow.

"You shouldn't have come here."

He made a calm assertion, then raised his eyebrows and his expression became somewhat obsessive.

"I was ready to give up, thinking I had no place in your heart, but you just walked right into my arms..."

He lifted his long leg, closing the final step between you, and then wrapped his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace.

The rich aroma of wine sprays down onto your face and into your nostrils.

"Little bird, I can not force you to make a choice. But you should be punished for breaking the agreement."

Having finished speaking, the man, who had been looking down with an indifferent expression, lowered his head...

Your chin is lifted, and the sweet, vanilla-scented liquor is forcefully poured into your mouth.

Upon entry, the wine is rich yet smooth, gliding across the tongue like silk. The liquid powerfully assaults every corner of your mouth, offering a subtle sweetness along with a delicate spiciness.

The back of his neck was lifted by a large hand, and his head tilted back in response to the movement, forcing him to accept more wine, which continued even as it leaked out.

The intoxicating smell of alcohol made your breathing erratic, and the coat in your hand fell to the ground as you raised your hand.

And your hands, which you try to push away, are immediately grabbed and lifted up the moment they touch the other person's firm chest!

The ghost's lips gleamed slightly, and a pair of sharp eyes were fixed on you, delivering a low, husky pronouncement.

"You flew into the cage by yourself, so you should be prepared to be locked up."

Then, he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and pulled out his military belt from his waist with the other.

The restraints on your wrists were removed, and you were pushed down onto the living room sofa with your hands tied behind your back.

The ghost's legs are pressed against your knees, one hand is on your leg, and it utters a question-like statement with a cold expression.

"Little bird, do you want to know what happened between us that night?"

He supports your calves with the base of his thumb and forefinger, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"Next, let's demonstrate it again..."

Chapter 243: Yuri's Identity

[Little Bird 242, flies away from the cage...]

The ghost loosened the restraints on your wrists and gently kissed the marks on them.

"Little bird, you didn't resist, so you care about me, right?"

Although he has you tied up, you are fully capable of breaking free with the training you have received. Even if you cannot break free, you can resist. He will not actually force you.

You raised your arms to wrap around his neck and said in a hoarse voice:

“I never said I didn’t care about you, Simon.”

“I just can’t abandon any of you, so I’m giving you a choice and I respect your decision.”

"I don't want to deceive you, but I also don't want to lose you."

You take the initiative to kiss him, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"So, you'll take responsibility for me, right?"

Since he's so conservative, let's try to keep him by taking responsibility.