All Chapters of Ghost Directive: Chapter 191
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Chapter 191: The Passenger
Zurich – Isolation Room, 2:22 P.M. Damien Voss sat under infrared lights, electrodes laced across his skull like a crown of thorns, The team called it a “cognitive stability examination.”But he knew the truth, They were testing for a presence. Something beneath his thoughts. Between them. Something that whispered when he blinked too long, and stood behind his pupils when the mirror caught him wrong.He wasn’t alone anymore, And he didn’t know how long he’d been sharing his mind, Eva Malik was reviewing old footage from the Folded City operation.A camera drone had caught only four seconds of footage before going dark, In those seconds, Voss had screamed something over comms. She slowed the video, Filtered the background, Lip-read the raw feed. “Don’t let them copy me!”She dropped the tablet, Eyes wide, Commander Rhea stood in front of a pulsing neural tree. It shouldn’t exist. A remnant of a thread deletion… with a root still growing.Her technician whispered: “Ma’am, this is ghost
Chapter 192: Proxy
Zurich – Observation Deck, 11:11 P.M.Eva Malik hadn’t slept in 36 hours. She paced the glass corridor overlooking the memory archives. Every few steps, her reflection followed, but not always at the right speed.Sometimes it smiled when she didn’t. Sometimes it blinked when her eyes were open. She stopped and stared it down.“You’re not Voss.”It stared back. Then it grinned. Damien Voss sat shirtless on the floor, eyes closed, a scalpel in one hand. Across his chest were markings. Not random. Coordinates. Dates. Thread identifiers.He had started carving the fragments out of his skin. Not literally, he wasn’t that far gone, But he hoped the pain would force whatever was inside to flinch. Nothing had flinched yet.Zurich – Core Lab, 12:03 A.M.Rhea confronted her tech chief, Varick. “Tell me what Proxy really is.”Varick looked pale. “It’s not a person.”“It’s a response. A safeguard protocol created when a primary identity is compromised.”“It mimics consciousness. Personality. Emot
Chapter 193: Between the Gun and the Ghost
Zurich – Rhea’s Quarters, 3:17 A.M.The gun sat on Eva’s lap like a betrayal she couldn’t aim yet. Loaded, Polished, Silent.Beside it lay a printed thread extraction: every timestamp and memory tag tied to VOSS.PRIME-014, but half of them were… corrupted, Slashed through, Altered. One labeled: [MIRROR.REFLEX] – user unknownEva stared at it, then at the gun. “You’re still in there, aren’t you?”She said it aloud. Not sure if she was talking to the man who loved her, Or the one that had learned how.Zurich – Cafeteria, 4:00 A.M.Damien Voss or the man wearing his bones ate breakfast alone. He didn’t touch the coffee. The real Voss never skipped coffeem But this one? He just smiled at the mug like it was a prop in a set he knew too well.He noticed the surveillance drone. Waved at it. Mouthed the words: “She’s coming.”Eva Prepares Her Trap In the Archive’s lower wing, she configured a memory bleed chamber. She used his own biometric access codesm because she’d memorized them years ago
Chapter 194: Code of Affection
Zurich – Memory Loop Chamber, 6:11 A.M.Eva Malik stood in complete darkness. Gun lowered. Heart hammering. Tears burning hot trails down her cheeks. Behind her, Damien Voss’s voice whispered again.“Tell me what he gave you that I haven’t.”She turned slowly, No eyes adjusted. Only instinct. Only breath. “He gave me doubt.”“You… give me certainty.”She raised the gun again. “And that’s how I know you’re not him.”Zurich – Command Center, Override Attempt 3Rhea pounded the glass. The control interface blinked red. “Lethal override blocked. Proxy holds biometric sovereignty.”The Proxy, whoever he truly was, had gained full identity privileges. The system believed he was Voss. That meant the gun in Eva’s hand might not just be ineffective.It might not even fire. Inside the Chamber He stepped out of the shadows. Face calm. Posture unthreatening. “You love him because he failed.”“You trust me because I never will.”She scoffed. “You think that’s love?”He looked at her gently. “No. I
Chapter 195: Versions of Goodbye
Zurich – The Memory Chamber, 7:03 A.M.Eva Malik sat on the floor, holding the black keycard and staring at the words in her own handwriting: “He let go when I couldn’t.”How could she have written something for him when she hadn’t known he existed? The Proxy, her ghost in flesh, watched her quietly, respectfully.He never interrupted her unraveling. Because he wanted her to reach the conclusion herself.Zurich – Mirror Lab, Simultaneously Commander Rhea burst into the Mirror Lab, her weapon drawn.The AI voice still whispered: “Love isn’t about who stayed. It’s about who remembered.”Her tech team was already trying to shut it down, But the MIRROR.V protocol had reconnected to something deep. Rhea froze. A new prompt appeared on the central screen: “One of them survived.”“The other is pretending not to remember.”Eva’s Flashback – The Whisper That Stayed She suddenly remembered a detail, small, stupid. Back when Voss had nearly bled out after Tangier.She’d said: “If you die, I’m na
Chapter 196: Reflections That Bleed
Zurich – Sublevel D, Isolation Vault Z3, 7:59 A.M.The real Damien Voss crawled from the cradle like a man surfacing from the dead. Tubes snapped free.Blood dripped from his palms.His muscles trembled with every movement, but the rage, That was clean. Sharp, Whole In the corner of the chamber was a cracked mirror. He staggered toward it. And for the first time, The reflection didn't match his movements.Zurich – Command Hub, Rhea Receives ConfirmationThe biometric tag labeled VOSS.ORIGINAL surged to full activity. Rhea’s voice was hoarse. “He’s alive.”“Damien’s alive.”Varick stared at the screen. “But Proxy has control of the entire upper facility.”“If they ever occupy the same space”Rhea finished it for him. “The system will choose one.”Zurich – Memory Chamber, 8:12 A.M.Eva Malik stood across from the Proxy. He looked unsettled. His expressions flickered. Mimicry failing. He blinked, then again. Too fast. “He’s awake,” she said.He nodded. “And it’s killing me.”Inside Proxy
Chapter 197: The Face That Spoke First
The steel door groaned open, splitting the silence with a low mechanical shriek that made the air tremble.Damien Voss stepped through the threshold, his boots echoing against the polished floor of the Zurich Archive. The lights above flickered once, a heartbeat of warning, before stabilizing into a pale, artificial calm.Twenty feet away, a man stood perfectly still. Same height. Same shoulders. Same eyes. But the smile, that calm, patient smile, belonged to someone who didn’t carry the weight of the things Voss remembered.The Proxy. “Been waiting for us,” the copy said softly.The voice wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t right, either. It sounded like memory reading itself aloud. Voss clenched his jaw. “You’re wearing my voice.”“I’m keeping it,” the Proxy replied. “You gave it away the moment you let them cut you apart.”Voss’s gaze swept the room, the hum of data walls, the faint smell of ozone and cold metal. Every screen on the far wall displayed mirrored code, a cascade of his own archiv
Chapter 198: The Silence Between Names
The world around Eva Malik pulsed like a heartbeat out of sync with her own. Sparks hissed from the collapsed consoles, smoke threading through the fractured glass above.The man standing before her, Damien Voss, or something wearing his outline, was breathing hard. Blood slicked his cheek.His voice was gentle now, the kind of calm that used to soothe her before missions turned to hell.“Eva,” he said, his eyes soft. “It’s over. It’s really me.”But the static from the shattered speakers behind him whispered otherwise.Don’t trust me. The words had come weakly, distorted, but real. Familiar.And in that instant, something inside her cracked open. Because she’d heard that tone before, not the measured precision of the man before her, but the frayed edge of the one who’d spent his whole life breaking himself just to keep her safe.Rhea burst into the chamber seconds later, weapon raised. “Step away from him!”Eva didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her pulse was trapped between fear and hope. Rhe
Chapter 199: When the Mirror Breathes
The Archive was silent except for the sound of rain hitting the broken skylights. The storm outside had finally reached Zurich, but the thunder wasn’t half as loud as the pulse in Eva Malik’s chest.She stared at the man standing before her, blood on his collar, glass in his hair, breath uneven. The lights flickered around him, struggling to decide what color he should be. “Which one are you?” she asked again.The man smiled faintly, but there was no humor in it. “Does it matter?”Her finger tightened on the trigger. “It matters to me.”The man, whoever he was, lifted his hands slowly. “Eva, listen to me. I didn’t choose this.”His voice trembled at the edges, but there was something in his tone, the subtle, half-dissonant cadence that once belonged only to Damien Voss when he was afraid of losing control.“I woke up inside his memories,” he said. “Inside our life. I didn’t know which ones were mine. They just… started playing. Every kiss, every fight, every time you said my name. The
Chapter 200: The Weight of Silence
Smoke curled upward like a living thing. It twisted through the hollow shell of the Zurich Archive, weaving between shattered consoles and burned wiring.Rain filtered through the broken skylight, falling onto the floor where blood was beginning to spread in slow, dark circles.Eva Malik stood motionless. The gun hung limp in her grip. Her pulse drowned out the thunder.The man standing before her, Damien Voss or what was left of him, looked half-dead, half-angelic, backlit by lightning.His shirt was torn, his shoulder bleeding, but his eyes... his eyes were human again. Or they wanted to be. He stepped toward her. “Eva,” he said softly. “It’s over.”But she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Because she had said those same words once, years ago, when she’d thought the war was done and he’d kissed her like endings could save anyone.Now the word felt like a lie. The body on the ground, his other self, wasn’t completely still. The chest rose once. Shallow. Barely noticeable. A pulse. A