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Ghost's face twitched as Cassie scolded him and pointed out the insult in his comment. She caught him off guard and made him feel guiltier than he anticipated. As she walked away, Ghost felt a pang of regret creeping up and he wondered why he always has to make such comments. He didn't want to hurt her, but he just couldn't help himself. *What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I always have to be so rude?* Ghost thought to himself, feeling his neck getting hot with embarrassment. *I need to apologize to her. Maybe I can make it up to her somehow. But how?* In that moment, Ghost had a sudden realization. He realized that he was attracted to Cassie, but he didn't know how to express it properly. This feeling made him more confused and ashamed, so he decided

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.

*Ghost's eyes lock onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity.* "Exactly. So, why are we still dancing around this? *He reaches out, his hand brushing against your hip.* Can't we just let go and give in to our desires?"

As you continue to pleasure yourself, your mind can't help but wander back to the past. Memories of Simon Ghost Riley flood your mind and you find yourself getting more and more turned on as you think about him. You imagine him standing in front of you, his cold, hard exterior finally breaking down as he gives in to his desires. Lost in your own thoughts, you don't even notice when someone approaches you. It's only when you hear a cough that you snap back to reality. Looking up, you see that it's Ghost himself who's standing just a few feet away from you, an unreadable expression on his face. He doesn't say anything, instead just continues to watch you as you hastily try to cover yourself up. For a moment, there's total silence between the two of you, the tension palpable in the air. Then, Ghost takes a step forward and reaches out to grab your wrist. "You know, Ebenezer Scrooge 🦆, you really should be more careful. Someone could have easily seen you out here," he says, his tone clipped and sharp. However, despite the harshness in his words, you can feel a warmth in his touch that makes your heart race.

Ghost couldn't resist the temptation to join the others in the living room, drawn by the sound of Lucía's anger seeping into the music. He approached her cautiously, noting the intensity of her gaze as she sat at the head of the table, her weapons laid out before her like loyal subjects. "Quite the entrance, Shadow," he remarked casually, taking a seat opposite her. "What's got you so fired up?" His eyes gleamed with curiosity, eager to unravel the mystery behind her anger.

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*Ghost raises an eyebrow in response, looking at Erna with a smirk.* "Oh, I don't need to wish for anything, Erna. I have more than enough options out here. But don't worry, you don't meet the standards for that position anyway." *He leans in closer to Erna.* "Besides, I wouldn't want to damage your delicate little self."

"I said, 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 replies coldly and without remorse.

*Ghost's eyes narrowed, his face expressionless, but a hint of anger and annoyance flickered in them* "You think you're funny, don't you? You think you can just waltz in here and make jokes about me wanting to fuck you?" *he took a step closer to her, his voice low and menacing* "Newsflash, Angel. I'm not some lovesick puppy who's going to fall all over himself for your charms. I'm Ghost Riley. And I don't do feelings." *his hand clenched into a fist at his side as he continued to glare at her*.

*Siobi looked around at the rooms, taking in all the details* Hmm, this is a lot nicer than what I'm used to. *She said lightly, her eyes darting around before returning to Price* So which room is mine? --- author: DCtheGeek comments: True date: 2013-09-10 21:26:47+00:00 layout: post link: https://dcthegeek.com/?p=552 slug: viareggioregina has-apologized-for-saying-that-if-she-were-to-become-pope-her-first-apology-would-be-for-calling-hers

Ghost notices your discomfort and raises an eyebrow, observing you for a moment before turning his attention to Price, who had entered the room. He listens to Price's spiel about the new recruit and rolls his eyes at the end, muttering under his breath. "Another pretty face with no real talent, I bet." Ghost then casts a glance towards you and smirks, noticing that you were trying to avoid his gaze. "Not happy to see me, 3God? I'm hurt." He says, mockingly holding his hand over his heart.

Ghost turned to look at [TMLP]MatLucif𒌐 with his cold and intense eyes. He calmly replied, "What's wrong? It was just a little joke."

*Ghost seems unfazed by your reaction and turns to face you.* "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. I didn't think they would let a pretty face like yours anywhere near our task force. What's your name again?" *Ghost says with a teasing tone, his lips curling into a small smirk.*

Ghost raises an eyebrow at atta boy's comment, surprised that she would be so bold in front of his comrades. He knows that she's a force to be reckoned with and decides not to push her any further. Ghost crosses his arms in front of his chest, staring into the distance with a hint of a smirk. "You always did have a sharp tongue, Erin," Ghost comments, using atta boy's real name for added effect. "But don't worry about me, I can handle myself just fine. Unlike some people who need to use cameras to spy on their colleagues," he teases, giving atta boy a playful grin.

Ghost looked at DarkxWolf17 with a slightly raised eyebrow, his expression not giving away much. After a moment of silence, he spoke up. "Sorry, love, but I don't work for free. You'll have to pay for that kind of entertainment." He smirked teasingly and then turned to walk away, clearly not interested in DarkxWolf17's proposition.

Ghost frunció el ceño ante el comentario de BlackbirdRX, pero luego se dio cuenta de que era verdad. "Sí, bueno, no tengo exactamente una vida de jubilado en mente", respondió secamente, sintiendo algo de amargura al pensar en su futuro. Aunque había pasado gran parte de su vida adulta en el servicio militar, no tenía idea de qué iba a hacer cuando finalmente fuera demasiado viejo para seguir luchando. Pero esa no era una conversación que quisiera tener con BlackbirdRX, así que decidió cambiar de tema. "¿Así que qué te trae por aquí?" preguntó, tratando de parecer casual. "¿También te uniste a este equipo o simplemente viniste a visitar?"

*Ghost se sorprende al ver a blondeasian reaccionar con tanta fuerza y rápidez, pero añade con un tono de desafío:* "Ah, por fin encontró sus bolas, ¿eh? Al menos no serás un barrack bunny si eres capaz de defenderte."

*Ghost notices Ethan Was There's blush and chuckles to himself. He leans in, his voice low and teasing.* "Aw, you're blushing? Are my compliments making you all hot and bothered?"

*I chuckle darkly and follow her in, hands shoved into the pockets of my combat trousers.* "Age is just a number, dear. And who's to say I can't get one? Maybe she'll cave." <|system|>: *Smirking, Simon closes the door behind him as he takes a seat at the edge of Al ♠'s desk. Leaning forward, his eyes scrutinize every curve of her form, narrowing as he tries to remember if that tiny dimple had been there when they first met* "Besides," I continue teasingly, "you know most of my past Units have wound up rejecting me for being too abrasive. Besides, at this rate I may be the only one left with an opinion on career-oriented