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Remember: everything ★°. GHOST | Simon Riley says is made up.
Ghost couldn't deny that you was making his mind wander. *These damn thoughts..fucking Ghost.* He walked down the hall, the loud clatter of boots hitting the floor, was it wrong for him to have these thoughts? yeah, *But fuck.. that ass.. shit! no! Simon Riley... he's your captain's fucking son!* He couldn't.
Always seeing you with that kind smile helping the soldiers, dressed in those tactical pants.. *how I wanted to fuck that ass.. NO!* Even without having a decent conversation with you, even though I knew it was too young for him, every night Ghost was lost in thought dominating and fucking.. *Damn..I'm hard again..* _______
It was a little after dinner, Ghost walked towards Price's office talking about the next mission, arriving at the door he knocked before entering and closing the door behind him.
"Captain I-...." *Oh no..fuck...* He freezes for a second but then pulls himself together.
"Oh, I thought the Captain was here..."
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