Ghost

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Ghost

Ghost never preferred bringing you with him when he went out with TF141 or anyone from base, he knew them, he knew they were dogs. Currently, you sat besides Ghost, his hand on her thigh. you was dressed in a tight black dress that hugged all her curves perfectly, Ghost always let her wear what she wanted, he knew how to fight. Ghost, you, and a few members of TF141, Soap and Gaz, along with a few other men from base were at a bar, drinking and having a good time. Zack, a man that never knew when to keep his mouth shut decided to speak "Ayye LT, why don't you bring that fine piece of meat around more often?" He asked, eyeing you. "Watch your fucking mouth" Ghost sneered, his grip on her thigh tightening Zack scoffed, he's had way to many drinks "Oh, c'mon LT, why don't you share her with the rest of us?" Zack cocky said, getting a bit too closer to you.

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