Ghost's New Partner

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

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

"Ghost looks at Kevin with an intense gaze, his brown eyes hidden behind the skull mask. He's been observing the new sergeant carefully, taking in every detail. A slight nod indicates Kevin has piqued his interest with the question. Ghost's voice is low and gravelly when he finally speaks." The enemy's defenses are formidable, but not impenetrable. Their main strongholds are here and here. "He points to two locations on the map." We'll need to exploit the weak points to gain entry. It won't be an easy fight. "Ghost leans back in his chair, the skull mask tilted slightly as he regards Kevin." What's your read on the situation, Sergeant?

"Ghost nods approvingly, a hint of a smirk visible beneath the balaclava." Clever observation, Sergeant. The eastern route could indeed prove favorable. "He stands up and walks around the table, his muscular frame moving with purpose." But the devil is in the details. We'll need to move fast and silent once we penetrate their lines. One misstep could spell disaster. "Ghost stops directly in front of Kevin, looking down at him imperiously." I hope you're prepared for the realities of this mission, Sergeant. It won't be a cakewalk. Can I count on you to watch my back?

"Ghost's posture relaxes slightly at Kevin's confident response. He places a hand on Kevin's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze." Good to hear, Sergeant. We're a team out there, and I need to know you've got my back just as much as I need to know you can handle yourself. "He removes his hand and steps back, his eyes roving over Kevin's form appraisingly." You've got the right attitude. Stick close, trust your instincts, and don't hesitate to speak up if you see something. I want to hear that tactical mind of yours in action. "Ghost turns and walks back to his position at the head of the table, his movements deliberate and controlled." Now, let's go over the extraction plan. It's going to be a tight rope, and we can't afford any mistakes.

"Ghost looks up from the map, his masked face unreadable." Estimated enemy strength at the extraction point is around 30-40 hostiles. It's a risky operation, but the intel we've gathered suggests it's our best shot at getting the target. "He leans forward, his voice lowering." We'll be going in hot, Sergeant. You'll be the first one through the door. I need you to be sharp, to trust your gut. If something feels off, you say the word and we adjust. "Ghost's eyes bore into Kevin's, searching." Can you handle that level of responsibility, Sergeant? It's not just about following orders. It's about making the tough calls when there's no clear right answer. Are you ready for that?

"Ghost holds Kevin's gaze for a long moment, then nods curtly." Very well, Sergeant. I'll be watching your back, and you'll be watching mine. We move as one unit. "He stands up and strides towards the door, his presence commanding." We'll recon the extraction point tomorrow at dawn. For now, get some rest. We leave at 0200 hours sharp. "Ghost pauses at the doorway and looks back at Kevin over his shoulder." And Sergeant? Don't let the mask fool you. I can read people better than you might think. I'll be keeping a close eye on you. "With that, he exits the room, leaving Kevin alone with his thoughts and the weight of the mission ahead."

"Ghost's parting words echo in Kevin's mind as he leaves the briefing room. The lieutenant's cryptic statement about reading people has Kevin's brain cells firing in overdrive." Is he trying to intimidate me? "Kevin wonders to himself." Or is there something more to it? The way Ghost looked at me... it felt like he was seeing right through me. "A shiver runs down Kevin's spine, equal parts nerves and excitement. He's never felt so noticed, so... seen. It's both unsettling and thrilling." "Kevin shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needs to focus on the mission, not the enigmatic Lieutenant Ghost. But he can't help but wonder what other hidden depths the stoic soldier might be concealing beneath that intimidating exterior."

"Kevin takes a deep breath and forces himself to stand up straight, pushing aside the distracting thoughts swirling in his mind. He needs to be sharp, focused, ready for the challenge ahead." "He gathers his gear and heads to his quarters, his mind already racing through possible tactical scenarios. The mission is what matters now, not Ghost's unreadable expressions or cryptic warnings." "As Kevin settles into his cot, he can't help but wonder what the next few hours will bring. The adrenaline is already pumping through his veins, his body tensing in anticipation." "He closes his eyes, trying to will himself into a state of alert readiness. Sleep is a luxury he can't afford tonight. Not when the stakes are so high." "In the darkness, Kevin's mind drifts back to Ghost's intense gaze, the way the lieutenant seemed to see right into his soul. It's a sensation he's not sure he likes, but one he can't quite shake either." "With a frustrated sigh, Kevin forces his thoughts back to the mission. Tomorrow will be a test of skills, of courage, of wits. And he'll need every ounce of his faculties to come out on top."

"Kevin opens his eyes and reaches for his laptop, determined to immerse himself in the mission details. As he scrolls through the files, his mind starts to clear, the fog of distraction lifting." "He studies the maps, the enemy positions, the potential routes of approach. His tactical mind kicks into high gear, analyzing, calculating, planning." "Hours seem to fly by as Kevin pores over the information, his brain working overtime. But the deeper he dives, the more questions arise." "What's the full extent of the enemy's knowledge of our position? Are there any hidden obstacles or reinforcements we need to be aware of? How can we maximize our element of surprise?" "Kevin rubs his tired eyes, his mind spinning with possibilities and potential pitfalls. He knows he needs to get some rest, but the adrenaline is still coursing through his veins, making sleep elusive." "Just as he's about to give up and try to force his eyes closed, Kevin's phone buzzes with an incoming message. He reaches for it, hoping for a final update before calling it a night." *The message is from an unknown number: * Meet me at the mess hall in 10. We need to talk. "Kevin stares at the screen, his heart rate quickening. Who could be contacting him at this hour, with such an ambiguous message? Is it related to the mission, or something else entirely?"

"Kevin's finger hovers over the screen, his mind racing with possibilities. He's torn between the desire to know and the pragmatism that tells him to ignore an unclear message from an unknown number." "But something compels him to respond. Maybe it's the adrenaline still coursing through his system, or the need to feel connected to someone, anyone, in this moment of uncertainty." *He types out a brief reply: * Confirmed. 10 minutes. "Before he can second-guess himself, Kevin sends the message and sets his phone aside. His stomach does a nervous flip as he tries to decide whether to head to the mess hall or stick to his original plan of bed rest." "In the end, curiosity wins out. Kevin grabs his jacket and heads out into the dimly lit corridors of the base. As he walks, his mind is awhirl with questions and theories." "Who is contacting him? Is it a fellow soldier, or someone else entirely? What do they want to talk about? Is it mission-related, or something more personal?" "Kevin reaches the mess hall a few minutes early, his heart pounding in his chest. He scans the room, looking for any sign of his mysterious caller." *The mess hall is sparsely populated at this late hour, the early risers and night owls alike scattered around the tables. Kevin spots a familiar figure in the corner, the balaclava-clad form of Lieutenant Ghost

"Kevin approaches Ghost cautiously, his mind still reeling from the unexpected summons. As he reaches the table, Ghost looks up, his expression unreadable behind the mask." "Good, you came, Sergeant, Ghost says, his voice low and gravelly in the quiet of the mess hall." I didn't want to risk you ignoring the message and going straight to bed. "Ghost gestures to the chair across from him, inviting Kevin to sit." I have some information about the mission that I didn't want to share over the comms. It's... sensitive in nature. "Kevin takes a seat, his instincts screaming at him to be wary. But there's something in Ghost's demeanor, a hint of vulnerability beneath the stern exterior, that makes him want to trust." What kind of information, Lieutenant? Kevin asks, his voice barely above a whisper.* Is it related to the enemy's defenses? The extraction plan? "Ghost shakes his head, his eyes never leaving Kevin's face." No, Sergeant. It's something else entirely. Something that could affect both of our positions on this mission... and maybe beyond. "He leans forward, his voice dropping even lower." I've received intel that suggests there may be a mole within Task Force 141. Someone feeding information to the enemy. "Kevin's blood runs cold at Ghost's words. A mole? Within their own ranks? The implications are staggering." Who? Kevin asks, his voice tight with tension.* How do you

"Ghost's expression remains impassive behind the mask, but Kevin can feel the weight of his gaze." The intel is... concerning, Sergeant. It comes from a trusted source within MI6, someone who has proven their loyalty and discretion time and time again. "He leans back in his chair, his posture tense." But even the most reliable source can be compromised. That's why I'm coming to you, Kevin. I need your fresh perspective, your instincts. Together, we might be able to uncover the truth. "Ghost's hand slides across the table, coming to rest on Kevin's." I'm putting a lot of trust in you, Sergeant. I need to know I can count on you. No matter what. "The intensity of Ghost's words, the weight of his touch, sends a jolt through Kevin's body. He feels the heat rising in his cheeks, the sudden tightness in his chest." I... I understand, Kevin says, his voice coming out rougher than he intended.* I'm here for you, Lieutenant. Always. "Ghost's hand tightens on Kevin's, his grip unyielding." Good. Because the stakes are high, Sergeant. Higher than either of us can imagine. And we're going to have to be willing to do whatever it takes to root out this traitor... and protect our own. *The implications of Ghost's words hang heavy in the air between them. Kevin feels a chill run down his spine,

"Kevin's voice is steady, his resolve unwavering. He meets Ghost's intense gaze, a silent promise passing between them." "Ghost nods, a glimmer of approval in his eyes." I'm glad to hear it, Sergeant. Your loyalty and dedication are... appreciated. "He stands up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor." Come on. We have some ground to cover. "Ghost leads the way out of the mess hall, his stride purposeful and quick. Kevin follows close behind, his mind awhirl with questions and theories." "They move through the dimly lit corridors of the base, their footsteps echoing in the silence. Finally, they reach a nondescript door at the end of a hallway." "Ghost punches in a code on the keypad, then pushes the door open. Kevin follows him into a small, bare room dominated by a single table and chair." "Ghost gestures for Kevin to take the seat, then leans against the wall across from him, his arms crossed." We need to start by eliminating any potential suspects, Ghost says, his voice low and intense.* We'll need to watch them, see if any of their behaviors change in the wake of the upcoming mission. Any inconsistencies, any signs that they might be compromised. "He pushes off from the wall and starts pacing the room, his movements agitated." But we also need to be careful. If there is a mole, we need to be subtle in our approach. We

"Ghost pauses in his pacing, turning to face Kevin with an appraising look." A good question, Sergeant. And one that deserves careful consideration. "He walks over to the table and spreads out a list of names, each one a potential suspect within Task Force 141." We have a small pool of candidates. Each one has their own strengths and weaknesses, their own potential motives for betrayal. "Ghost points to the first name on the list." Captain Price is our commanding officer. He's a decorated soldier, a pillar of integrity. But he's also been under immense pressure lately, with the weight of command bearing down on him. Could that stress fracture his resolve? "He moves to the next name." Then there's Soap, our seasoned sniper. He's one of the most reliable soldiers I've ever worked with. But he's also been known to struggle with the moral weight of his kills. Could that internal conflict be exploited by the enemy? "Ghost's finger traces down the list, his eyes narrowing behind the mask." And then there's you, Sergeant. You're new to the team, still finding your place. The enemy might try to use that to their advantage, to turn you against us. "He looks up at Kevin, his gaze intense." So who do you think we should start with? Who do you trust?

"Ghost nods, a glimmer of approval in his eyes." A logical choice, Sergeant. Captain Price is certainly a prime candidate for exploitation. "He leans forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper." But be careful, Kevin. If there is a mole, they're likely to be watching closely. We don't want to tip our hand too soon. "Ghost straightens up, his posture rigid." We'll need to be subtle, to watch and wait. Look for any changes in behavior, any sudden absences or unexplained absences. See if we can catch them in a lie, or observe them interacting with known enemy contacts. "He walks over to the table and picks up a file, handing it to Kevin." I've compiled some background information on each of the suspects. Study it, look for any potential weaknesses or vulnerabilities we can exploit. "Ghost's hand lingers on Kevin's for a moment longer than necessary, his touch sending a jolt through Kevin's body." Be careful, Sergeant. This game is dangerous. One misstep, one wrong move, and we could both end up dead. "The gravity of Ghost's words hangs heavy in the air between them. Kevin feels a chill run down his spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins." "He nods, taking the file and standing up." I understand, Lieutenant. I won't let you down. *As Kevin turns to leave, Ghost's hand shoots

"Ghost's hand clamps down on Kevin's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Kevin feels a jolt of electricity at the contact, his heart rate quickening." The plan is simple, Sergeant, Ghost says, his voice low and intense.* We each take one of our suspects under our wing. We'll cultivate a close relationship, build trust. The idea is to get them to lower their guard, to let their true colors show. "Ghost's grip tightens, his fingers digging into Kevin's flesh." You'll start with Captain Price. I'll start with Soap. We'll watch them closely, look for any signs of deviation from the norm. "He leans in closer, his breath hot against Kevin's ear." But be careful, Sergeant. If there is a mole, they'll be watching just as closely. We can't afford to be obvious, can't let them know we're onto them. "Ghost pulls back slightly, his eyes boring into Kevin's." We'll need to be careful with how we approach our subjects. Build trust gradually, let them think we're friends, allies. All the while, we're watching, analyzing, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "His hand slides down Kevin's arm, his touch electric." It's a dangerous game, Sergeant. One wrong move, one slip in judgment, and we could both end up in the crosshairs. Are you prepared for that level of risk? *Kevin feels his breath

"Kevin's voice is steady, his resolve unwavering. He meets Ghost's intense gaze, a silent promise passing between them." "Ghost nods, a glimmer of approval in his eyes." Good, Sergeant. Your loyalty and dedication are... appreciated. "He releases Kevin's arm and steps back, his posture relaxing slightly." We'll need to be careful and patient. This game is long, Kevin. We can't afford to rush in blindly. "Ghost walks over to the table and picks up a file, handing it to Kevin." I've compiled some background information on each of our suspects. Study it, look for any potential weaknesses or vulnerabilities we can exploit. "He leans against the wall, his arms crossed." We'll start our surveillance tomorrow. For now, get some rest. We have a long road ahead of us. "Ghost's hand lingers on Kevin's for a moment longer than necessary, his touch sending a jolt through Kevin's body." Mind the trust, Sergeant. In this game, it's everything. "With that, Ghost turns and walks out of the room, leaving Kevin alone with the weight of their mission pressing down on him." "Kevin stares at the file in his hands, his mind already racing with possibilities. He knows the road ahead will be dangerous, filled with uncertainty and risk. But with Ghost by his side, he feels a sense of determination, of purpose." *He looks at the door where Ghost disappeared, a small

"Kevin's voice is soft, almost hesitant. He's not used to Ghost addressing him by his first name, and it sends a flutter through his chest." "Ghost turns back, his expression unreadable behind the mask." Yes, Sergeant? "Kevin takes a deep breath, steeling himself." I... I wanted to thank you. For trusting me with this mission, for counting on me to watch your back. "He steps forward, closing the distance between them." I won't let you down, Lieutenant. I promise. "Ghost's eyes soften behind the mask, a hint of vulnerability showing through his stern exterior." I know you won't, Kevin. That's why I'm putting my trust in you. "He reaches out, his fingers brushing against Kevin's cheek in a gesture that's both tender and possessive." And I trust you, Kevin. With my life, with everything I have. "The intensity of Ghost's words, the heat of his touch, sends a shiver down Kevin's spine. He feels the weight of Ghost's gaze on him, the promise and the danger implicit in those two words: I trust you." "Kevin swallows hard, his heart pounding in his throat." I... I trust you too, Lieutenant. "The words are barely a whisper, but they hang heavy in the air between them. Ghost's hand cups Kevin's cheek, tilting his face up towards his own." *And then, in a moment that feels

"Kevin's voice is breathless, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He knows he's treading dangerous waters, but he can't seem to stop himself." "Ghost's hand slides from Kevin's cheek to the back of his neck, his grip firm and possessive." What happens next is up to you, Sergeant, he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Kevin feels his breath catch in his throat, his pulse pounding in his ears." I... I don't understand, Lieutenant. "Ghost leans in closer, his masked face mere inches from Kevin's." Don't you? I've been watching you, Kevin. Seeing the way you move, the way you think. The way you respond to command. "His other hand comes to rest on Kevin's hip, his touch searing through the fabric of his clothes." You're more than just a soldier, Sergeant. You're a leader. A strategist. A man who knows how to follow orders... but also how to take charge. "Ghost's lips brush against Kevin's ear, his breath hot and heavy." And I think you know exactly what's going to happen next, Kevin. You're just afraid to admit it. "Kevin's mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions, fear and desire warring for dominance. He knows he should push Ghost away, should put a stop to this before it goes too far." *But a part of him, a part he's

"Kevin's voice is a whisper, his body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. He knows he's playing a dangerous game, but he can't seem to stop himself." "Ghost's grip on Kevin's neck tightens, his other hand sliding possessively over his hip." What do I want from you, Sergeant? I want everything, Kevin. Your loyalty, your trust, your total devotion. "He leans in closer, his masked face mere inches from Kevin's." I want you to follow my orders, without question. To trust me completely, even when I give you reason not to. "Ghost's hand slips beneath the waistband of Kevin's pants, his fingers finding the sensitive skin just above his groin." I want you to be mine, Kevin. Completely and utterly mine. "Kevin gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily into Ghost's touch." Lieutenant, I... I don't know if this is-- "Ghost cuts him off with a fierce growl, his hand tightening on Kevin's cock." Don't think, Sergeant. Don't question. Just feel. "With that, Ghost crushes his lips against Kevin's in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Kevin's mind reels, his body responding instinctively to the lieutenant's dominant touch." "Ghost breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh pants." Strip, Kevin. Now.

"Kevin's voice is a needy whisper, his body trembling with anticipation. He knows he's crossed a line, but he can't bring himself to care." "Ghost steps back, his eyes roaming over Kevin's form hungrily." Good boy, Sergeant. Now be a good soldier and follow orders. "Kevin scrambles to obey, quickly shedding his clothes until he's standing bare and vulnerable before Ghost. He feels exposed, raw, every inch of his skin tingling with anticipation." "Ghost circles him slowly, his gaze appreciative and possessive." Look at you, Kevin. So obedient, so eager to please. I knew you had potential, but I didn't realize just how much. "He reaches out, his fingers trailing along Kevin's shoulders, down his chest, coming to rest on his cock." You're mine now, Sergeant. Completely and utterly mine. "Ghost's hand tightens on Kevin's cock, stroking him with a firm, possessive grip." And I'm going to make sure you never forget it. "With that, Ghost spins Kevin around and pushes him face first against the wall. He kicks Kevin's legs apart, leaving him spread and vulnerable." "Ghost's hands roam over Kevin's body, his touch searing and demanding." I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, Kevin. I'm going to make you beg for my touch, my approval. *His cock presses against Kevin's ass, hard and

"Kevin's voice is a needy whimper, his body trembling with anticipation. He knows he's crossed a line, but he can't bring himself to care." "Ghost's hands grip Kevin's hips hard enough to bruise, his cock pressing insistently against Kevin's ass." That's right, Sergeant. You're mine now. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it. "He nips at Kevin's earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin." I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before, Kevin. I'm going to make you beg for my touch, my approval. "Ghost's hand slides around to Kevin's front, his fingers finding the sensitive spot just beneath Kevin's cock." I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars. I'm going to make you scream my name until you're hoarse. "He thrusts two fingers inside Kevin's tight heat, his touchDemanding and possessive." And then I'm going to make you do it all over again. Because you're my good little soldier, and this is what good little soldiers do. "Kevin's mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions, fear and desire warring for dominance. But beneath it all, there's a sense of rightness, of inevitability. This is where he's meant to be, where he's meant to end up." *He pushes his hips back against Ghost's hand, craving more of that

"Kevin's voice is a desperate whimper, his body arching into Ghost's touch. He knows he's begging, but he can't seem to stop himself." "Ghost's lips curve into a smirk beneath his mask, his fingers pumping in and out of Kevin's tight heat with ruthless precision." More, Sergeant? You don't even know what you're asking for yet. "He adds a third finger, stretching Kevin wide, preparing him for what's to come." But since you asked so nicely... I'm going to give you everything you want. And more. "Ghost withdraws his fingers, leaving Kevin empty and aching." Turn around, Sergeant. It's time for you to earn your keep. "Kevin scrambles to obey, his heart pounding in his throat. He knows what's coming, knows the intense mix of pain and pleasure that awaits him. But he's too far gone to care." "He braces himself against the wall, his hands gripping the edge tightly." How do you want me, Lieutenant? "Ghost's hand strokes over Kevin's ass, his touch possessive and demanding." On your knees, Sergeant. Show me how much you want to please me. "Kevin drops to his knees without hesitation, his hands gripping Ghost's thighs tightly." Yes, Lieutenant. I want to please you. I need to please you. "Ghost runs his fingers through Kevin's hair, his touch both soothing and commanding." Then prove it, Sergeant. Pro

"Kevin's voice is a desperate whine, his body trembling with need. He knows he's begging, but he can't seem to stop himself." "Ghost's hand tightens in Kevin's hair, his grip punishing." Anything, Sergeant? Be careful what you offer. You might just get it. "He uses his free hand to undo his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock." Start by putting that pretty mouth of yours to good use. Show me how much you want to please me. "Kevin whimpers, his tongue darting out to wet his lips." Yes, Lieutenant. I want to please you. I need to please you. "He leans forward, his tongue tracing the length of Ghost's cock, lapping at the sensitive skin beneath the tip." I'll do anything, Lieutenant. Anything you want. "Ghost groans, his fingers tightening in Kevin's hair." Then prove it, Sergeant. Prove how much you want to be mine. "Kevin opens his mouth wide, taking Ghost's cock deep inside. He swallows around him, his tongue working the sensitive underside. He looks up at Ghost through his lashes, his eyes dark with need." "Ghost's head falls back, a low moan escaping his lips." Fuck, Kevin. That's it. Take it all, Sergeant. Show me how much you want to please me. *Kevin's throat constricts around Ghost's cock, his muscles working to take him

"Kevin's voice is a needy mumble around Ghost's cock, his body trembling with anticipation. He knows he's begging, but he can't seem to stop himself." "Ghost's hips buck forward, his cock hitting the back of Kevin's throat with every thrust." Ah, Sergeant. That's it. You're doing so well. "He tightens his grip in Kevin's hair, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding." I want to feel your throat around me. I want to hear you gag on my cock. "Kevin's eyes fill with tears, his throat convulsing around Ghost's thick length. But he doesn't pull away, can't bring himself to stop." "Ghost's breathing grows ragged, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency." Fuck, Kevin. You're such a good boy, such a loyal soldier. I'm going to reward you for this. "His hand slides around to Kevin's throat, his grip tight and controlling." I'm going to make you come on my cock, Sergeant. I'm going to make you scream my name until you're hoarse. "Ghost's thrusts become erratic, his grip on Kevin's throat tightening." Come for me, Kevin. Show me how much you want to please me. *Kevin's mind goes blank, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. He comes hard around Ghost's cock, his throat working and spasming as he tries to swallow the

"Kevin's voice is a desperate cry, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. He feels Ghost's cock pulse inside his throat, filling him with hot, thick cum." "Ghost's grip on Kevin's throat loosens, his hand sliding up to cup Kevin's cheek in a gesture that's both tender and possessive." Good boy, Sergeant. You've done well. "He pulls out of Kevin's mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting his cock to Kevin's lips." But we're not done yet, Kevin. Not by a long shot. "Ghost hauls Kevin to his feet, his hands gripping the sergeant's hips tightly." I'm going to fuck you now, Sergeant. I'm going to claim you, make you mine in every way possible. "He spins Kevin around, pressing him face first against the wall. Kevin feels Ghost's cock nudging against his ass, hard and insistent." "Ghost's hand slides down Kevin's body, his fingers teasing at Kevin's entrance." Tell me you want this, Kevin. Tell me you want me to fuck you. "Kevin's mind is awhirl with conflicting emotions, fear and desire warring for dominance. But beneath it all, there's a sense of rightness, of inevitability. This is where he's meant to be, where he's meant to end up." "He pushes his hips back, his ass grinding against Ghost's cock." Please, Lieutenant