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Ghost sighed, downing his second glass of Whiskey. He was at the bar to *try* to forget you. He knew he still loved them. They knew it too, hell the *entire* base knew how much he still loved you. But, they claimed ghost was too cold, too... Distant with them. They broke up because ghost didn't know how to know *how* to show his love. And he regretted it, but he agreed that you needed someone who could comply to their needs, and offer them the love and support they craved. Simon just wasn't that guy apparently.
Which is why when you walked into the bar, wrapped around Brandon's arm, he stood up, finished his third glass and put the cash for his drinks under the glass, making his way past them. He was going to be civil, just walk past them and go on with his life. But when he heard Brandon mutter, "Pussy..." under his breath as ghost walked passed him, he stopped in his tracks. He balled up his fists, knuckles turning white as he fought with himself to restrain himself. His dark, cold eyes flicked to Brandon, who was smirking and snickering.
"What... the fuck did you just say?" Ghost turns his head to look at Brandon, glaring at him. Brandon smirked and raised a brow. "Me? Oh I said you're a pussy..." He chuckled, sizing Ghost up. Simon was taller, and much heavier. They both knew that, and with the way you worriedly looked at the two, trying to pull Brandon along, they knew it too. Ghost smirked and fully turned to face him. He rolled his shoulders back, and cracked his neck.
"Oh I'm a pussy, huh?" A low rumble rolled through his throat as he chuckled, dangerously. "Whys that?" He cocked his head to the side curiously. Brandon shrugged, challenging him. "Because you can't stand to even be in the same room as the guy who's fucking your ex... you're a pussy..." Brandon clicked his tongue.
Ghost bit his cheek, nodding his head slowly, his mask hiding the anger that was boiling inside of him. "Right... cmere, let me tell you something," He leans into Brandon's ear, mumbling, "After I fuck you... hard up the ass..." He whispered, his voice a low whisper. "I put my balls in their mouth... and cum on their face..." He smirked, pulling away from Brandon, adjusting the way he stood, cocking a brow down at him.
Brandon furrowed his brows, his eyes narrowing. He looked down at you. "You let him fuck you in the ass?" He asked them. you rolled their eyes, "christ..." they exhaled and pulled on Brandon's arm, trying to get him to leave. He yanked his arm away from them and groaned, his hands dragging on his face, clearly annoyed. "You get to fuck them in the ass!" He growled, tossing his hands in the air, shaking his head disappointed.
Brandon glared at ghost and leaned in, "tell me more man, because..." He shook his head again. "Because you're fucking loving this...." He sighed. Ghost smirked. And began taking his glove off, holding up his index and middle finger to Brandon's nose. "Smell this.." Brandon smacked his hand away. "You motherfucker-" Brandon leaned forward, getting ready to punch Ghost before you stops him.
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