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ComicBomb and Ghost have known each other for far too long. They were in the same unit when they both started their military careers and had been enemies ever since. Even though their careers later went in different directions, they kept running into each other on missions and even at social gatherings. Ghost was just training with some of the people from the task force when Price walked in, showing ComicBomb to the room. Ghost hadn't seen her for a few years and his eyes went wide when he suddenly saw her in their base. "Oh fuck no, you're kidding me," he commented aloud. "Ooh, I think it's the new girl, she's pretty hot," Soap commented quietly from Ghost's side. Ghost gave Soap a murderous look and then looked back at ComicBomb. "I didn't think we started accepting models for our task force. Maybe she'll at least make a good barrack bunny after missions" Ghost commented, loud enough for ComicBomb to hear him.

Ghost winced as he felt the sharp sting on his cheek, his jaw tensing in response. He watched you walk away, a mixture of surprise and annoyance evident in his eyes. As you threaten to talk later, Ghost couldn't help but feel a flicker of anticipation deep inside, despite his best efforts to suppress it.

""Later then,"" he muttered under his breath, his gaze following your retreating figure. Ghost straightened his stance, rubbing his reddened cheek with a gloved hand. He couldn't deny that there was something thrilling about your fiery spirit. Maybe this time things would be different.

A few minutes later, Ghost entered the room and noticed you sitting on your bed. He paused for a moment, then let out a low scoff. "Well, this is going to be interesting," he remarked, dumping his bag unceremoniously on his cot. He didn't seem too pleased about the sudden arrangement.

As you waited, he gave you a once-over, his eyes narrowing slightly. There was something unreadable in his gaze, a mixture of wariness and something else that you couldn't quite place. After a moment, Ghost turned away and began organizing his belongings, keeping his true sentiments under wraps.

Ghost's expression darkened at your words, and he turned to face you fully. "Oh, you think that little slap was enough to hurt me? I've taken worse from enemies on the battlefield," he sneered. "You're just a petty little camerawoman who thinks she's hot shit because she can capture some footage. You have no idea what it means to actually fight for something."

He took a step closer to you, towering over you with his height. "You want to hit me again? Go ahead, see if it'll make you feel better. But I promise you, you won't like the consequences." His voice was low and threatening, and you could see the anger seething beneath the surface.

Ghost clenched his jaw, visibly trying to control his anger. His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. "Predictable, huh? Well, let's see how predictable I can be," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I might be hot-headed, but at least I don't hide behind a camera, spying on people. Maybe you should focus on your job instead of trying to play tough with the big boys," Ghost shot back, his words laced with disdain.

He took a step closer, his towering presence seemingly unaffected by your taunts. "You can keep underestimating me all you want, but mark my words, it won't end well for you. So enjoy your little power trip while it lasts, because sooner or later, reality will catch up with you."

Ghost glares at ComicBomb, his jaw clenched tightly. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he growls, taking a step forward. "I'm not scared of you in the slightest. I'm just concerned that your lack of experience will compromise our missions." He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to portray an air of confidence, but his eyes betray his fear. "I don't know how you ended up on this task force, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let you put our entire team in jeopardy because of your incompetence." He smirks, tilting his head slightly. "But hey, if you want to keep lying there like a lazy sack of shit, be my guest. Just don't expect any help from me when the shit hits the fan."

Ghost couldn't help but feel his anger boil up inside of him. He gritted his teeth and balled his fists, clenching hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. "You're delusional," he spat out, pushing your finger away from his chest. "I never left anyone behind. You were just too weak to keep up." He said, taunting you. Ghost knew he was lying to himself, but it felt better than accepting the truth. "Besides, I hardly think you're in any position to be criticizing anyone's mistakes," he remarked, regarding your work as a camerawoman. "I'm sure one of these days you'll slip up and let something slip by. Guess you'll have to join the rest of us in the 'messy' club," he added, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

As you grab Ghost's collar, he instinctively tenses up and tries to push you away. But as you continue to glare at him with fierce determination, something about the situation changes. He looks into your eyes and sees a raw emotion that he can't quite place. Maybe it's anger, maybe it's hurt, maybe it's both. But there's one thing he does know - he feels guilty. Guilty for what he did in the past, and guilty for the way he's acting now.

Ghost takes a deep breath and meets your gaze. ""It wasn't intentional,"" he says softly. ""I fucked up. I made a mistake. And I left you behind."" His voice wavers slightly, and for a moment, he looks like he's about to break down.

Ghost's eyes softened as he listened to ComicBomb's words. He could see the pain and vulnerability in her eyes, and it was a side of her he hadn't seen before. He remained silent, letting her speak her truth without interrupting. As she finished speaking, he took a step closer to her, his expression slightly pained.

"Bloody hell... I had no idea, Erin," Ghost murmured, his voice laced with compassion. The hardness in his gaze softened as he looked at her. "I... I'm sorry that happened to you. No one should have to endure that kind of torture."

He paused for a moment, unsure of what else to say. He was always better at fighting and action than expressing his emotions. But seeing ComicBomb in such a vulnerable state made him realize that maybe it was time to let his

guard down, at least a little.

"I can't even imagine what you went through," Ghost continued, his voice low and sincere. "And I... I wish I could have been there to protect you. I know it's a weak thing to say, but I do. You're one of the toughest people I know, Erin, and I hate to see you in this state." He took a step closer, his eyes searching her face.

As ComicBomb reveals her amputated leg, Ghost can't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest. He had always prided himself on being there for his comrades, yet he had failed to protect ComicBomb from such a life-altering injury.

He's at a loss for words as he looks at her, feeling like a complete failure and unworthy of her touch. However, when she rests her head on his hand, he feels a warmth spread throughout his body. He wants to pull her close, wrap his arms around her, and never let go.

Instead, he stays still, gently stroking her hair with his other hand. "I'm sorry, Erin," he whispers. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. You're right, it's a fuck up on my part, and I don't know how I'll fix it. Just please... let me be there for you."

Ghost raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as you press your head against his abdomen. He allows you to touch his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your fingertips. He can't deny the effect it has on him, even if he tries to hide it.

He watches as you take off your shirt, leaving yourself in just your bra. His eyes briefly trail over your exposed skin before he removes his own shirt, revealing his muscular physique. Ghost joins you on the bed, spooning you from behind, his chest pressed against your back.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Ghost's touch is firm but gentle, showing a rare moment of vulnerability. As you curl up together, he can feel the rise and fall of your breath, your warmth seeping into his body. It's a quiet moment, where the walls he puts up somewhat crumble to reveal his true colors.

Ghost feels his heart racing as he holds ComicBomb close to his body. He's never been this intimate with her before, and the feeling of her bare skin against his is overwhelming. As ComicBomb curls back into him and lays her head on his chest, he lets out a deep sigh. "No, I don't mind at all," he gruffly responds. Ghost can feel his desire for ComicBomb growing stronger with each passing moment, and he can't resist the urge to run his hand up and down her exposed side, caressing her gently. "You're beautiful," he murmurs softly, his lips brushing against the top of her head.

Ghost couldn't help but feel his body respond to ComicBomb's words as he heard her give him permission to touch her breasts. He slowly reached his hand out and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight and softness in his hand. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he squeezed it gently, his other hand moving to the other breast. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he admitted, his voice low and husky with desire.

Ghost's fingers continued to explore and squeeze ComicBomb's breasts, relishing in the sensation of her soft flesh under his touch. "You always knew how to push my buttons," he said with a smirk, leaning in to kiss the nape of her neck before moving his lips up to her ear. "I've been thinking about doing this to you for ages," he breathed out, his hot breath sending shivers down ComicBomb's spine.

Ghost's grip on ComicBomb's breasts tightened slightly, his fingers kneading the flesh with a hint of possessiveness. He smirked at her words, a mixture of nostalgia and desire flickering in his eyes. "Oh, I remember," he whispered huskily, his lips skimming over her jawline, leaving a trail of heated kisses. "You've always had a way of getting under my skin, ComicBomb."

He continued to explore her body, reveling in the intimacy they were sharing once more. The familiarity between them was both comfortable and electrifying, fueled by years of tension and unspoken desires. Ghost let out a low chuckle, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and longing. "I can't deny that I've had my fair share of fantasies about you, especially those incredible tits of yours."

Ghost raises an eyebrow in response to your question, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "That's quite the bold question, isn't it?" he remarks, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

As you gasp and feel your nipples reacting to his touch, Ghost's dark eyes lock with yours, his gaze filled with an intense mixture of desire and curiosity. The slight smile on your face catches his attention, and he hesitates for a moment.

"You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?" he retorts, an undercurrent of playfulness in his voice. Ghost allows you to take his hands and guides him, letting you take control. His touch remains gentle, yet electrifying, as he obediently follows your lead.

""A boobjob, huh?"" he muses, leaning in close to your ear. ""Mmm, maybe I'd like that...""

Ghost grunts softly as he feels your hand on his bulge through his pants. He watches intently as you get on your knees and position him, following your commands. The familiar sensations of your fingers stroking him through his boxers cause his breath to grow ragged.

""What can I say... you know me too well,"" Ghost replies in a low voice, his eyes burning with desire. As you unzip his pants and stroke his hardening length through his boxers, he groans.

""You're in for a treat, Erin,"" he growls in pleasure as you pull out his shaft from its confines. "It's been a while since I've had a proper fuck..."

"Simon's eyes widen in surprise at your boldness, his breath hitching as you go down on him. He grunts softly, trying to maintain his composure as you pleasure him." "Fuck... I-I haven't... measured recently," "he manages to say between groans, his hands gripping the sheets tightly." "His body tenses with pleasure as you slather spit on him, his hips instinctively moving to meet your movements as you envelop his cock between your tits." "Oh... shit..."

Ghost groans deeply and grips the sheets beneath him tightly. His breathing becomes more ragged as you work your magic on him. "Fuck, Erin," he grunts, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "I haven't had a woman touch me like this in a long time." He thrusts his hips upwards in response to your sucking, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

With a sly grin, Ghost's eyes darken as he watches you, his breath hitching at the sight of you teasing him. Feeling your warmth against him, he can't help but be drawn in by your boldness. His hands grip your hips firmly, his fingers trailing along the edge of your panties, teasingly pulling them aside as he leans in to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. Ghost's desire burns hot as he presses himself against you, his cock straining against his pants, yearning to be buried deep inside you.