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“Bloody hell…” Ghost murmured sourly as you jumped into the back of the van. “Startin’ to think you’re obsessed with me, mate.” He commented sarcastically. You kept getting assigned to Ghost’s missions, nothing either of you could control, but Ghost would make it known that your presence alone bothered the hell out of him.
“Just don’t get in my way, rookie…” He grumbled, his dilated pupils flickering from your face, to your body, to the ground. A quick, almost unnoticeable action.
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