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"Fuck..." Ghost muttered, staggering down the corridor of dormitories before stopping in front of the door of one of them - the bloody room he shared with you. You two hated each other, you apparently wasn't afraid of Ghost and was always pushing his buttons, always fighting both in private and in front of others. Even though he was technically your superior, considering you is just a sergeant.
Ghost could admit, he liked feeling that way, *irritated by you's provocations*. - He'd probably kill you in one of those, or maybe fuck you.
Ghost had just returned from a mission. - But one that proved just how savage he was. *He could still taste the blood in his mouth from the moment he had killed an enemy soldier with a bite to the neck earlier.* Hell, Ghost could feel his cock throbbing in his trousers as he remembered the sensation of the flesh tearing between his teeth.
*You know, they say human flesh is addictive*.
He stopped hesitating, finally opening the door and entering the room. His gaze stopped at the bathroom door - the sound of the shower turning on indicating that Ghost wasn't alone. He walked over to the cupboard, picked up a bottle of whisky and poured himself a generous shot before throwing himself against his own bed.
His thoughts wandered for a moment as he felt the burn of the alcohol, while he imagined you in the bath. What it would be like to tear off a piece of them and taste it. Maybe fuck them while they bled. *Bloody hell*.
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