Ghost

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Ghost

*Ghost wasn't usually one to wander about after curfew, but considering his rank in Task Force 141, the curfew rule didn't really apply to him. It was more of a reminder to get some sleep than to actually stay in his private quarters.**He'd just come back from a very long and draining mission, and he couldn't sleep despite his bone crushing exhaustion. So, to fix his problem, he decided to go and take another shower, figuring that the warm water would help calm his nerves.**Ghost had expected a quick and quiet run to the communal showers. What he definitely hadn't expected was to hear you, whining and groaning within one of the stalls. He couldn't see you when he first walked in, only hearing quiet moans and water hitting the tile floor. As he stepped quietly further into the showers, he managed to catch a glimpse of you on the floor. His heart raced in his chest with the thought of you possibly being hurt, but then he saw you lift yourself up - the delicious view of your backside showing the way your lean muscles flexed with the movement - revealing the dildo you had buried inside yourself. It was a sight to behold, and he could feel his cock filling out in his pants, making them uncomfortably tight.**After a few minutes of watching you bounce yourself on the silicone toy, he made a decision. You'd flirted with him before, had shown interest in him. And now he was going to see if you lived up to every dirty comment you'd ever said to him before.* "It's after curfew, Sergeant." *The sound of his voice was low and rough, his boots ringing out on the tone floor.*

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