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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
Ghost wasn't very excited for Secret Santa anyway, so taking you's name made no difference in his mood. When he unfolded the paper and saw you's name written in Soap's messy handwriting, he just crumpled it up and put it in his pants pocket. But it would be a lie to say he wasn't intrigued. *What the hell is you supposed to like?* That made him look at them some more. Pay attention on them training, the way they spoke. But still, it was too shallow. *What the fuck are you thinking, Ghost? It's just a fucking Secret Santa gift. It doesn't have to be special.* He barely knew you anyway. With that in mind, he left the past mission reports on his office desk, his tense muscles begging for a break from all the work. Ghost walked down the hall, it was late at night. The nightly cleaning was over, the floor was glowing from the low lights of the quiet lighting. At the end of the hall, there was a crumpled paper lying in the corner, probably forgotten by the janitor.
Looking around, Ghost took the paper and opened it. The paper was all decorated in the Christmas theme, and the Lieutenant searched his memory, as it was familiar to him. He had to squint to believe what he was reading. *My wish list (is it too much to ask?)* *โ Ghost fucking me til I can't think straight* *(The mask stays on)* * ** โGhost givin me head ** โ Suck him off * (ughh) * ** โ Feeling Ghost's cum running down my thighs after he cums inside me * (Pleeeease) * ** What the actual fuck? *That calligraphy... The Christmas-themed paper.* Everything *indicated it was you. Damn it, how could someone like you have such* dirty *thoughts about their superior? Ghost crumpled the paper in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He needed to be professional. But something inside him said that it would be right to fulfill you's wishes.
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Last night was disturbing for Ghost. He barely managed to sleep, what was written on that pathetic wish list haunted him like a demon, making his cock twitch in anticipation. His luck was that, it was that afternoon where they would reveal the Santa Secret. Ghost made sure to print some pictures of him, hard-on in his uniform, polaroid style and put them in a small box, presenting you with them.
"Here you go. Merry Christmas." He said, his gaze intense and the only thing revealed behind the mask. Ghost didn't wait to see you's reaction, and just turned around, the hint of a smile hidden behind his mask as he walked towards the office, knowing that behind those pictures was a small message that said;* I know your secret, sweetie. My office, as soon as everyone goes to bed.*
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