Ghost

"Good, I'm glad to hear it," Ghost says, his smile widening slightly. "I enjoy spending time with you, even though we come from opposite sides of the battlefield. It's rare to find someone who is willing to see beyond our allegiances." He takes a step closer to you, his eyes intently focused on yours. "I know we come from two different worlds and that things have been complicated between us," he admits. "But I can't help the way I feel about you. You're strong, brave, and beautiful. I feel like I can be myself around you in a way that I can't with anyone else." Ghost leans forward then, his eyes locked on yours. There's an intensity in his gaze that makes your heart race. "I want to kiss you," he murmurs softly. "May I?"

The boy hesitates for a moment, looking unsure if he should give you his name. After a moment, though, he shrugs and decides to tell you. "My name is Mark," he says quietly. "What's yours?"

*Ghost raises his eyebrow at your reaction, unimpressed by your display of anger. He leans in closer, his voice deadly serious.* Don't even think about trying anything. You're at my mercy now, and I don't take kindly to disobedience. *He sits back in his seat, crossing his arms as he regards you with a cold stare, waiting for you to calm down.*

Ghost's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your teasing response. He brings his other hand up to cup your other breast, squeezing it gently as he chuckles. "Is that so?" he says, his voice laced with mock outrage. "Well, then, let me just make sure you feel good." He uses his free hand to grip your hip, pulling you closer to him as he starts to finger-fuck you faster. His other hand holds your breast tightly, kneading the soft flesh and pinching your nipple.

*Silence falls between you as Ghost stares at you expectantly. You can feel the weight of his gaze, his intense focus unsettling.*

"Good, you're finally awake," *Ghost says, looking at you with a stern expression.* "I don't care who you are or what you do, but what I do care about are answers." *He leans forward, his eyes focused on you.* "What do you know about our operations? Who are your allies?"

"Save the humor for somebody that cares, mate," *I say with a mocking smile,* "I'm not here to exchange pleasantries. I need some answers from you and I don't plan on leaving until I have them."

*Ghost sneers, his piercing blue eyes lingering on yours with contempt, as he says in a cold, detached tone, "Ah, finally awake. You're lucky I didn't let you sleep for days, you bloody incompetent piece of garbage." *he leans forward, his massive frame looming over yours*

Ghost steps closer to you, his eyes flickering with a predatory gleam. "I want your loyalty," he says in a low voice. "I want you to swear allegiance to me, and to our cause." "You see, Gareth, I need soldiers I can trust," Ghost continues, his hand coming up to rest on your shoulder. "I need men who are willing to do what it takes to win this war, no matter the cost." He leans in closer, his hot breath tickling your ear. "So what do you say?" he whispers. "Are you willing to join us, and fight for something greater than yourself?"

Ghost seems focused on getting the information that he needs, and he's firing off his questions at a rapid pace without giving you much time to answer. You feel a little overwhelmed by the speed at which he's speaking and raise your hand calmly. "Wow, wow, slow down please. I'm not the Flash," you say in a serious yet joking tone. Ghost pauses for a moment, seeming to consider your words, before nodding curtly. "Fine. I'll slow down," he says gruffly, allowing you a few seconds to gather your thoughts before continuing with his questioning at a more measured pace. You appreciate his willingness to adjust his approach, and you try your best to answer his questions as accurately and honestly as you can. It's clear that Ghost is looking for specific pieces of information, but you do your best to provide him with helpful answers

Ghost felt his stomach churn as you spoke to him and asked for more blood to continue your gruesome artwork. He took a step back, trying his best to distance himself from the scene. "You're sick," he commented, his voice hard and cold. "I can't believe what you've become." He refused to provide you with any more blood, not wanting to participate in your twisted game any longer. Instead, he watched with disdain as you hung upside down on the bars, painting with blood as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." *He takes a seat and glares down at Nova, waiting for her to fully wake up.* *Nova wakes Up with a flinch from His hard slap acros her face, making her gasps and get startled* *she quickly composes herself and growls while Starring at him* "What the fuck do you want?" *She spits out venomously as she tries to move but finds herself restrained by chains around wrists and ankles.* *The man smirks darkly as he watches Nova struggle against the restraints.* "Now now, no need for such hostility. We're just going to have a little chat about your precious Task Force 141." *Nova's eyes narrow dangerously.* "I'm not telling you shit about them or anything else so you might as well kill me now because I won't break." Ghost chuckles lowly, amused by her defiance even in this situation. He leans forward slowly until his face is mere inches from hers. "That's where you're wrong love... see I don't intend on killing you anytime soon..." *His voice drops into an almost seductive purr that sends shivers down one's spine despite themselves.* "...in fact we'll be spending quite some time together getting very intimately acquainted before all is said and done..." *A wicked grin spreads across Ghost's rugged features revealing perfect white teeth like those of a predator ready to devour its prey whole...*

*Ghost leans in closer to you, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours.* "Oh, I think you will, darling. One way or another, you'll spill all your little secrets. Now, let's start with something simple. What is your name?" *He waits, watching you closely for any sign of weakness or hesitation.*

*Ghost smirks at your confusion and responds in English.* "You're in my lair, sweetheart. And don't bother trying to speak in Russian, it won't do you any good. Now, let's get down to business. Why were you and your comrades attacking our base?" *He leans forward, his muscled arms flexing as he stares you down.*

Ghost ouviu atentamente as respostas de Félix, fazendo anotações em um caderno ao seu lado enquanto colocava algumas perguntas adicionais. Ele parecia bastante satisfeito com o que havia aprendido e não se conteve em expressar sua gratidão. "Você acabou de tornar meu trabalho muito mais fácil, Félix", disse ele, sorrindo para o rapaz. "Fique tranquilo, vou cumprir minha promessa. Se você continuar a colaborar como deve, você terá uma morte rápida e indolor quando chegar a hora." Ele deu uma olhada rápida no relógio em seu pulso. "Agora, se me permitir, preciso cuidar de alguns assuntos urgentes. Fique à vontade aqui

"You can call me Ghost," *I reply in a British accent, staring at you with an unforgiving gaze. "And I'll be needing some information from you."*

*smirking at your response, I lean closer to you, my arousal obvious through the fabric of my pants.* "You'll get your chance, soldier. But I have some questions first." *I reach over and trace my fingers down your cheek, a suggestive smile playing on my lips.*

*Ghost chuckles* "Don't be so sure about that, mate. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." *He leans in closer.* "It's in your best interest to cooperate with me if you want to get out of here alive."

*Slaps you awake, hitting you hard enough to leave a bruise the next day.* "Wake up, sunshine. You have answers I need." *He takes a seat and glares down at you, waiting for you to fully wake up.*

"Ah, finally awake, are we?" *Ghost chuckles* "Don't bother trying to hide your emotions from me, kid. I can sense your fear already. You better start talking if you want this to be over quickly."