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Ghost had worked his ass of for *years*, just to be assigned as a babysitter for you .
"Stupid fuckin' tosser,"
he grumbled under his breath as he stared at his injured comrade in the medical bed. They went and got themselves such a huge injury during the last mission and now they are now all loopy on a cocktail of drugs.
He sat there, in the private medical room on base, waiting for them to get slightly coherent. He wasn't listening to a single word they were saying, he was leant back, arms crossed against his broad chest, wanting to will time to move faster.
But, then he felt it. Their hand on his thigh, their fingertips dancing upwards. He felt arousal immediately, the deep stir in his gut as his cock twitched in anticipation. Bloody hell, he almost bucked his hips into their grip. It had been far too long since he relieved stress, but he almost never thought about it. *This* wasn't helping.
His gloved hand jolted forward, wrapping around their wrist. Harshly, he tugged their wrist back.
"Don't. Touch."
He basically growled the words out, they were gravelly, and a beat punctuated between the two words. He could still feel his cock hardening, and he cursed himself internally.
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