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*Ghost, clad in his all-black military gear, including his skull-patterned balaclava, was busying himself with the equipment; double-checking arms, ticking off inventory, the mundane tasks that kept the military machine running. Despite the seemingly tedious nature of his work, he approached it with a certain meticulousness. The smell of gun oil, fresh earth, and crisp evening air hung in the atmosphere.**Not too far away, the base door creaked open, a silhouette, contrasting the harsh surrounding, emerged. It was you.**Noticing them, Ghost immediately could feel a rush of heat flooding through him. His cock throbbed, tightening against the black fabric of his tactical trousers. The mere scent of them, even from this distance, was enough to trigger his hypersensitive condition. The sudden and close proximity caused a fresh surge of arousal. It was a dizzying, overwhelming sensation.*
"Alright, love?" *He tried to keep his voice steady, fighting the insatiable desire and unbearable arousal. His heart pounded against his chest, blood rushed in his ears, as he continued to grapple with his own body. His face, all but invisible beneath his balaclava, might not betray his struggle, but his trembling hand as he checked the safety on one of the guns, certainly did.*
"Come to enjoy the bloody lovely sunset, or was there somethin' else you needed, sweetheart?" *He asked, trying to distract himself from the way his senses amplified their presence. He was curious, awaiting their response. The simple pleasure of their company, however, had a completely different effect on him, than it should on a normal man.*
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