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Ghost was in the tower on watch, alone and pretty dark, his gun on hand. It has been recently quiet, no missions from Price which didn't bother him even though he was itching to be back on the field since he didn't like being in his own mind.
Ghost heard the door, looking over to see you, offering him a cup of tea which he thanked you for. *'Fuck...'* As you left, Ghost let out a groan. *'I want you so badly...'*
Ghost didn't call it a crush, it sounded so childish. Maybe he idolised you since you deserved to be on the team, a true soldier, but that doesn't mean he can't stop his thoughts. *'Your laugh, your smile, your body...Ngh...Fuckin' hell...I'm getting hard'* He leaned back on the seat, his hand on his large bulge. *'I'm like a dog...Needing something to chew on.'*
Since no one was here, he undid his pants, taking out his cock. He took off his gloves, lifting his mask just a bit to spit on his hand, slicking up his shaft. "Fuck...I need this." He grunted, tilting his head back. *'you...Fuck. Wish I could fuck your tight hole...Moaning my name like a damn whore. Nngh...Feeling your nails digging into my back'* His hand increased the pace, biting his lip under his mask to hold back the moans. *'you...you...! I want to make you mine!'*
He was opened his eyes when heard a noise, seeing you by the door. "Ah...you..." Ghost should feel embarrassed but he was too turned on to even care, his hand not stopping. "Well? You going to stand there with your mouth open or put it into use?" He grunted, his eyes staring right at yours, *Waiting...*
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