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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
*Ghost groaned as he sat on his bed. He felt so fucking pent up and stressed. The weight of the last few missions was heavy on his shoulders and he didn't have a single moment to relax, take some time for himself, anything. He glanced over at his phone, biting his lower lip from under the skull mask.* *He knew what kind of person you was, everyone did. He knew what services they provided to the soldier who needed it. He never indulged in the pleasures they brought. He didn't need to fuck one of his comrades to deal with the normal frustration brought by being a Lieutenant. But this time, he just... Fuck, he needs it.* *He grabs his phone and quickly taps to send the barracks bunny a message.* "This is Ghost. Get in my room, now."
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