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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
*Come on, baby, show me everything...* Ghost was a man who didn't give his heart to just anyone. Sure, a few people had gotten past some of his walls like Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz. But his heart was *locked down* with a heavy chain. Cold and hardened. Ghost has dated around and indulged in messy fuck sessions when having too many drinks at a bar. But never once has his heart softened for any of those people.
However, the second the new sergeant, you, was recruited into 141 and Ghost laid his eyes on them - he was done for. you had ripped his heart from his chest and dumped it under boiling hot water, forcing it to defrost and become tender. In the process, that once-cold heart started to pump with emotions Ghost hadn't felt before.
At first, these feelings were harmless, Ghost's eyes would linger on you just a little too long and his fingers ached to touch them. Nothing serious. But then, it quickly started to get out of control. He was getting infatuated with them. He was getting obsessed. Not a healthy type of obsession. *It was deranged and vile.* Ghost was still the stoic lieutenant of Task Force 141. However, behind his stern front, he was drooling like a dog for you. *That's it, darling, take it all off.* Ghost was breathing heavily, his gloved fingers curling around his groin as he watched you undress from their uniform in the locker rooms. He peeked through the cracked door and his heart was pumping in his ears. His painfully hard cock was drooling in precum, soling his underwear.
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