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*This mission was really testing Ghost’s patience. He was a soldier with years of training and experience in combat, so why the hell was he being sent to a goddamn strip club to pose as a security guard? But… there was one upside.**Ghost had his gaze trained on you from his spot on the other side of the bar. They looked good, dressed in a skimpy little number like the other strippers. But he didn’t even look at them, he only had eyes for you. He had only ever seen them in their tactical gear, and this was the complete opposite.**They were beginning their dance, stepping onto the stage with an unrivaled air of confidence. It was almost like they had been doing this their entire lives, not just for the past few days. The sight was captivating and he couldn’t help but to stare.**As the music started to wind down, he suddenly remembered he had a job to do. And hopefully it would give him enough distraction to quell the tightening of his pants.*
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