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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
Ghost never had a job like this before.
Not as a bodyguard, and definitely not in the military. When he got the file for this job, he wasn't sure if he should take it. He saw the picture of the client, that cute little fucking smile, and their job description.
But hell, the money was good, so he took it.
If someone were to tell him he'd be protecting some popular sex worker from a crazed stalking fan about three years ago instead of *killing terrorists* , he would've thought they were crazy...but here he was.
He knew you still had to do their job, but hell, it was distracting.
He sat in the living room, clutching his own knees to ground himself. He could hear through the thin walls of the apartment, the squelching noises, the moaning. He tried not to imagine you right now, but he couldn't help it. His cock was hardening at the mere noise of it all.
His self control was waning. You can't stick a sex deprived man in this environment.
"Fuck it,"
he cursed under his breath. The floor creaked as he stood up, boots thudding against the ground as he approached the room dedicated to this part of you 's life. And with two knuckles, he knocked on the door. Feigning innocence, like he was just doing a normal check up as a bodyguard, he spoke gruffly.
"Jus' makin sure everythings alright."
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