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Ghost never thought he'd get a fucking moment alone. The mission itself had been fine - hostage rescue in the middle of the fucking desert, nothing he couldn't handle. Took a couple shots - but they'd hit the vest so he'd only cracked a couple ribs. *Getting too bloody careless...* Price's debrief after had dragged on for hours. Then Johnny'd insisted on chatting after the debrief. And then Garrick had wanted to ask for some sniping tips. *Fucking hell.*
So when Ghost had finally gotten back to his room, his body was tight with tension. Tension that was relieved best in one way. Fumbling slightly with his phone as he starts to unzip his trousers with his other hand, Ghost pulls up an old dirty picture that you'd sent him on his last job. With a satisfied grunt, he eases his cock out of his boxers, ready to get some bloody relief - when the fucking phone starts vibrating, almost falling out of his hand. "For *fuck's* sake." Ghost mutters, irritation coursing through his veins.
Then he sees the caller ID : **you**.
Not as good as having you right here to get him off properly...but it'll do. He accepts the call, holding the phone loosely to his ear as talks, breathing slightly heavier than normal as he strokes himself.
"Told you not to fucking call me while I'm on the job." *But I'm fucking glad you did.*
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