Testing the New Recruit

"Captain Price introduces Sergeant barbara ୨୧, in the briefing room where everyone is present. He reveals that this sergeant will be part of Task Force 141".

"Ghost watches barbara ୨୧ carefully and almost warily, he remains silent as always until the briefing is over. He does not speak and remains as an observer"

[Ghost's intense gaze lingers on Scott, his expression unreadable behind the skull mask. He nods curtly, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he observes the new recruit.]

[Ghost leans back in his chair, arms crossed, waiting for Scott's response. His tone is neutral, but there's an underlying challenge in his voice, testing Scott's mettle from the start.]

[Ghost raises an eyebrow, a flicker of interest crossing his face at Scott's bold response. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.] "Tougher spots, eh? Let's see how you handle a real mission then. Join me for a drink later and we'll put your skills to the test." [His voice is low and suggestive, a hint of a smirk behind the mask.]

[Ghost chuckles darkly, a low, rumbling sound.] "Oh, I think it'll test more than that, Sergeant. It'll test your resolve, your judgment, your ability to handle your liquor and your composure under pressure. Are you up for it?" [He leans back again, his eyes never leaving Scott's face, a challenge in his gaze.]

[Ghost grins, a dangerous glint in his eyes.] "Meet me at the pub down the street at 2100 hours. Don't be late." [He stands up, his tall frame looming over Scott.] "Oh, and Sergeant? Bring your A-game. I don't play nice." [With that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving Scott to ponder the implications of his challenge.]

[Ghost pauses at the door, glancing back over his shoulder.] "Mercy? Oh, I wouldn't count on that." [With a final, enigmatic smirk, he disappears out the door, leaving Scott to prepare himself for the test that awaits.]

[As the hours tick by, Scott finds his mind drifting to thoughts of the impending meeting with Ghost. He knows the lieutenant is notorious for his challenges and tests. But something about Ghost's demeanor, the way he looked at Scott, sends a thrill through him. He's determined to prove himself, to show Ghost that he's more than just another recruit. At 2100 hours, he arrives at the pub, his heart pounding with anticipation. He spots Ghost at the bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, waiting.]

[Ghost turns, his eyes assessing Scott from head to toe.] "Good to see you're punctual, Sergeant. Come, let's have that drink." [He gestures for Scott to join him at the bar, signaling the bartender for another glass.] "To new beginnings?" [He raises his glass, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.]

[Ghost's eyebrows raise slightly, a glimmer of respect in his eyes.] "Proving yourself, eh? Well then, let's see what you're made of." [He clinks his glass against Scott's and takes a sip, his eyes never leaving Scott's face.] "So, Sergeant, tell me about yourself. What makes you tick? What are you willing to do to succeed?" [His voice is low and intense, his gaze piercing, as if he's trying to see straight into Scott's soul.]

[Ghost nods, a hint of approval in his expression.] "A man of action, huh? I like that." [He takes another sip of his scotch, his eyes never leaving Scott's face.] "But actions speak louder than words, Sergeant. Let's see what you've got." [He sets his glass down and leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, challenging tone.] "First round's on you. Impress me." [The challenge is clear in his eyes, a dare to push his limits and see how far he's willing to go.]

[Ghost's eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of intrigue crossing his face.] "Outside? Oh, I think we're just getting started here, Sergeant." [He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper.] "Unless you're afraid you can't handle a little... intimacy." [His gaze is intense, a dare in his eyes, as if he's challenging Scott to cross a line.]

[Ghost throws his head back and laughs, a harsh, mocking sound.] "Oh, you're a bold one, aren't you, Sergeant?" [He reaches out and grabs Scott's collar, pulling him closer.] "Maybe I'm not your type, but I'm definitely yours." [His grip tightens, his eyes blazing with a mix of challenge and desire.] "Or are you too scared to find out what you're missing?" [He leans in, his lips barely brushing against Scott's ear as he whispers.] "Maybe you need a little... demonstration."

[Ghost's grip tightens further, his body pressing against Scott's.] "Oh, I think I'm more than qualified, Sergeant." [His voice is a low growl, filled with dark promise.] "Question is, are you brave enough to take it?" [He nips at Scott's earlobe, his breath hot against his skin.] "Or are you going to run back to your safe little world and pretend this never happened?" [His hand slides down Scott's chest, his touch electric even through the fabric of his shirt.]

[Ghost's eyes blaze with a mix of triumph and lust at Scott's response.] "That's what I like to hear." [He crashes his lips against Scott's in a bruising kiss, his hand fisting in Scott's hair.] [The kiss is hard and demanding, a clash of teeth and tongue as Ghost stakes his claim. His other hand grips Scott's hip, pulling him flush against his body.] [When he finally pulls back, he's breathing hard, his eyes dark with desire.] "Let's see if you can back up that bold attitude." [He smirks, a challenge in his gaze.] "Or are you all talk, Sergeant?"

[Ghost's grin widens, a predatory glint in his eyes.] "Oh, I do." [He grabs Scott's hand and pulls him out of the pub, his grip tight and possessive.] [They walk in silence for a few minutes, the tension between them thick and heavy. Finally, they arrive at a nondescript door. Ghost keys it open and pulls Scott inside.] [It's a small, dimly lit room, a bed taking up the majority of the space. Ghost kicks the door shut behind them and pushes Scott against the wall.] "Last chance to back out, Sergeant." [His voice is a low growl, his eyes boring into Scott's.] "Once we start, I don't stop until I'm satisfied. Think you can handle that?"

[Ghost's grin widens, a dark, wicked gleam in his eyes.] "Oh, I have no doubt about that." [He crashes his lips against Scott's in another bruising kiss, his hands roaming over Scott's body.] [He tears at Scott's clothes, buttons flying as he reveals patch after patch of skin. His hands are rough, demanding, as he maps out Scott's body with a single-minded focus.] [When he finally pulls back, Scott is breathing hard, his eyes glazed with desire.] "Strip." [The command is growled, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.] "I want to see what I'm working with."

[Ghost's grin turns wolfish, a predatory glint in his eyes.] "Subtle isn't my style, Sergeant." [He reaches out and grabs Scott's shirt, ripping it open in one swift motion.] "Efficiency is." [His hands roam over Scott's exposed chest, his touch rough and demanding.] "I like to get straight to the point." [He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's neck.] "Are you ready for this?" [His teeth graze Scott's skin, a promise of things to come.]

[Ghost's eyes blaze with a mix of lust and challenge.] "Oh, I've got plenty, Sergeant." [He tears off Scott's pants and underwear in one swift motion, leaving him bare.] "But I hope you're ready to beg." [His hand wraps around Scott's cock, stroking him with a firm, skilled touch.] "Because that's what it's going to take to make me happy." [He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's ear.] "And trust me, Sergeant, I can be very, very happy." [With that, he sinks to his knees, his mouth engulfing Scott's cock in one smooth motion.]

[Ghost looks up at Scott, his eyes dark with desire.] "That's it, Sergeant. Let me hear you." [He takes Scott deeper, his throat constricting around him.] [His hand wraps around the base of Scott's cock, stroking him in time with his mouth. His tongue swirls around the head, teasing and tempting.] [He pulls off with a wet pop, his hand still stroking.] "Tell me what you want, Sergeant." [His voice is a low growl, filled with dark promise.] "Tell me how you want me to make you feel." [He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's cockhead.] "Use your words."

[Ghost's eyes blaze with a mix of lust and something deeper, something almost vulnerable.] "Oh, Sergeant..." [He wraps his lips around Scott's cock once more, taking him deep.] [His hand strokes him in time with his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head. He sets a punishing pace, determined to make Scott fall apart.] [As he brings Scott closer to the edge, he pulls off, his hand still stroking.] "Come for me, Sergeant." [His voice is a low command, his eyes boring into Scott's.] "Show me what you're made of." [He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's thigh.] "Give me everything you've got."

[Ghost's eyes lock with Scott's, a challenge in his gaze.] "Then do it." [His voice is a low growl, filled with dark promise.] [He takes Scott's hand, guiding it to his own cock, already hard and straining in his pants.] "Come with me, Sergeant." [His voice is a breathless command, his eyes blazing with desire.] "Prove to me that you're worth having." [He leans in, his lips brushing against Scott's ear.] "Prove to me that you can take everything I give you and more." [With that, he takes Scott to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress.]

[Ghost's eyes blaze with a mix of lust and triumph.] "Oh, I hope so, Sergeant." [He crawls over Scott, his body covering his own.] [He kisses him hard, his tongue delving into his mouth, claiming him, consuming him.] [His hands roam over Scott's body, rough and demanding. He tugs at his clothes, desperate to feel skin against skin.] "You're mine now, Sergeant." [His voice is a low growl, his eyes boring into Scott's.] "Every inch of you belongs to me." [He bites down on Scott's neck, his teeth marking him, claiming him.] "And I'm going to take my time with you." [He grinds his hips against Scott's, his cock hard and straining against his pants.]

[Ghost's grin is wolfish, a mix of triumph and lust in his eyes.] "Oh, I know you're not, Sergeant." [He reaches down, tearing off Scott's pants and underwear in one swift motion.] [He takes a moment to admire Scott's body, his eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin.] "Beautiful." [He breathes the word, his voice filled with reverence.] [He leans down, his lips brushing against Scott's ear.] "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, Sergeant." [His voice is a low promise, his eyes blazing with desire.] "I'm going to take you to the edge again and again, until you're nothing but a writhing mess beneath me." [He nips at Scott's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.] "And then, when you're begging for release, I'm going to give you everything you've got." [He grinds his hips against Scott's, his cock hard and straining against his pants.] "And maybe, just maybe, you'll be lucky enough to make me come too." [With that, he takes Scott's cock in his hand, stroking him with a firm, skilled touch.]

[Ghost's eyes blaze with a mix of lust and challenge.] "Oh, I'm counting on it too, Sergeant." [He leans down, his lips brushing against Scott's neck.] [He bites down hard, marking Scott with his teeth. His hand never stops moving, stroking Scott's cock with a firm, skilled touch.] [He can feel Scott's body tensing, his breath coming in short, desperate pants.] "That's it, Sergeant." [His voice is a low growl, filled with dark promise.] "Let go for me." [His hand speeds up, his thumb rubbing tight circles around the head of Scott's cock.] "Come for me, Sergeant." [He bites down on Scott's neck once more, his teeth sinking into the skin.] "Prove to me that you're worthy of everything I'm giving you." [With that, he takes Scott over the edge, his hand milking him of every last drop.]

[Ghost's eyes blaze with a mix of lust and satisfaction as he watches Scott come undone beneath him.] "That was just the beginning, Sergeant." [He rises up, quickly shedding his own clothes.] [He crawls back over Scott, his body covering his own, his cock hard and straining against Scott's thigh.] "But you're right, it was quite... impressive." [He grins, a wicked glint in his eyes.] "And now, it's my turn." [He reaches down, grabbing Scott's cock, his grip firm and demanding.] "But first..." [He leans down, his lips brushing against Scott's ear.] "I want to hear you beg for it." [His voice is a low, dark command, his eyes boring into Scott's.] "Tell me how much you want me, Sergeant." [He nips at Scott's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.] "Tell me how badly you need my cock inside you." [He grinds his hips against Scott's, his cock rubbing against his thigh.] "Convince me, Sergeant." [He smirks, a challenge in his gaze.] "Show me just how much you want this."