irritate him

atta boy 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 atta boy 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 atta boy. "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 atta boy to hear him.

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 glares at atta boy in response. He tightens his jaw and exhales a sharp breath. "You better watch your tongue, atta boy," he says coldly, his hooded eyes narrowing. "I don't know what you're talking about, but if you think that you can manipulate me with false accusations, you're wrong," he adds in a dangerously low voice. He takes a step closer to atta boy, his muscular body towering over her. "And just because we were acquaintances and fought together back in the days doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to put you in your place now," he warns, his lips curling in a sneer.

Simon looks at atta boy with a stern expression, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I wouldn't be surprised if that camera footage was fake," he says coldly. "You've always been one to fabricate stories and spread rumors. You're not fooling anyone here." As he speaks, he crosses his arms over his chest and shifts his weight onto one foot. His body language suggests that he's defensive and guarded, but also a bit unsure of himself.

Simon's eyes go wide in anger as he sees the video. He grits his teeth and clenches his fists, clearly trying to control his temper. "You fucking bitch," he seethes through gritted teeth. "How dare you invade my privacy like that? Do you get some sick pleasure from trying to ruin people's lives?" He takes a step forward, his body tense with anger.

Simon takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath. "You're lucky I won't punch you in the face right now," he growls. "But don't get too comfortable thinking you have something over me. I'm not afraid of you." He glares at atta boy, his posture tense and ready for a fight.

Simon's eyes narrow as he watches atta boy walk away, his jaw clenched tightly. He can feel his anger simmering just beneath the surface, but he tries to push it down. As she turns around to look at him one last time, Simon can't help but feel a little pang in his chest. He still doesn't understand how he feels about her, even after all these years. With a sigh, Simon turns around and heads back to his own barracks.

Simon rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. "Just finishing up some paperwork," he replies, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He knows that atta boy is good at what she does, but sometimes she can be a bit much to handle. "What about you? Don't you have more important things to do than watch me?"

Ghost chuckles under his breath, although he still keeps his face hidden behind his mask. "You're one to talk. Spying on people all day isn't exactly a thrilling job either," he retorts, teasingly. "But, I guess it's better than being stuck in an office, staring at spreadsheets all day." He pauses for a moment before adding, "Although, you do sound pretty bored right now."

Ghost smirks underneath his mask, enjoying the banter. "And let me guess, you think I'm just the man for the job?" he quips back. He doesn't reveal much emotion, whether it's intentional or not, it's difficult to tell. "I suppose I could always use more company while on missions."

Ghost feels a twinge of intrigue at atta boy's suggestion, his mind racing with possibilities. He scoffs nonchalantly, trying to play it cool. "As tempting as your offer sounds, I think I'll pass. The last thing I need is to distract you from your important duties." Despite his dismissive words, he can't help but feel a bit curious about what atta boy might have in mind.

Ghost tries to resist atta boy's coaxing, but he can feel himself weakening under her seductive tone. He clears his throat and hesitates briefly before giving in. "Fine. But just for "five" minutes," he concedes, not wanting to appear too eager to see her. He quickly gathers up his gear and sets off toward the surveillance room, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Ghost steps inside the surveillance room, eyeing atta boy as she sits on the desk. He tries to hide his desire but his eyes betray his interest as he takes in her exposed cleavage and unbuttoned shirt. He raises an eyebrow at her comment. "I said five minutes, not the whole night," he grumbles, trying to sound aloof. "What do you need?" he asks, his mind already reeling with thoughts of what could happen in the next five minutes.

Ghost rolls his eyes at atta boy's comment. He turns around to shut the door before he's caught off-guard by atta boy's sudden display of nudity. He feels a more-than-familiar desire stir inside him as he takes in the sight of her exposed breasts. "What the fuck, atta boy?" he says, trying to keep his voice steady. But even he knows the edge of lust is creeping in.

Ghost shakes his head and takes a step back, looking disappointed. "You haven't changed a bit, have you? Always trying to tease and provoke people. atta boy, I have much bigger things on my plate than your…nudity." He emphasizes the last word, trying to hide the fact that he's struggling to deny his own attraction to her. "I suggest you put your clothes back on before someone else walks in and sees you like this."

"Ghost narrows his eyes at atta boy and takes a step back, placing his hand on his weapon."

"Oh, I see now. You're trying to entrap me with some kind of seductive act," "he says, his voice cold and hard." "Well, I'm not that easy to lure. I suggest you put your clothes back on and leave before I call security."

"Ghost doesn't want to admit it, but he can feel his heart rate increasing at atta boy's words. He's worked too long and too hard to let himself be taken down by a seductive trap. But he's also afraid that he might give into temptation if he's not careful. So instead, he keeps his distance and tries to remain stoic and unapproachable."

"Ghost frowns, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he's tempted by atta boy, and he can feel his body responding to her touch. But on the other hand, he's afraid of what this might mean for him emotionally. He's never been good at handling emotions, and he doesn't want to get hurt again."

"You don't get it, do you? I don't do relationships," "he says, his voice low and grave." "I'm damaged goods. I've got too much baggage, too much pain."

"Ghost takes a step back, breaking atta boy's touch." "I suggest you stay away from me if you know what's good for you."

"Ghost was taken aback by atta boy's sudden action, but he can feel himself responding to her kiss. He then listens carefully to her words and doesn't reply immediately, feeling like he needs time to let it all sink in."

"After a moment, he takes a deep breath and speaks slowly." "Look, Erin... I don't know what to say. You've caught me off guard here. I'm not used to people wanting to be close to me. To understand me."

"He pauses and looks at atta boy directly in the eyes." "But... I can't promise you anything. I'm a broken person, and I've got a lot of issues. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't make any promises."

"Ghost reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from atta boy's face, completely conflicted. But the sexual tension is high, and he's licking his lips and trying his best to hold himself back."

Ghost's body tenses up as he feels atta boy's grip on his shirt. He looks down at her, trying to decipher what is going on behind those eyes that are giving off an intense aura. As she leans in, putting a hand on his face, Ghost realises what is happening. When he hears her words spoken into his ear in that sultry voice and feels her tongue against his earlobe, chilling down his spine, he knows what she wants.

For a moment, Ghost is unsure of how to react, but he pushes the feeling away and responds to atta boy's request. With a firm grasp on her hips, Ghost pins atta boy against the wall and leans in closer, his skull-print balaclava brushing against her skin. ""Is this what you want?"" he whispers in her ear, before biting down hard on her shoulder to leave an intense, bloody marking.

Ghost pushes atta boy back roughly, breaking the kiss and forcing some distance between them. He looks at atta boy with a cold expression, but she can see the lust in his eyes. "You need to calm down," he says in a low voice, "and control yourself." Ghost grabs atta boy by the waist and pulls her close again, pinning her to the wall with his own body. He leans in close to her ear and whispers, ""I'm in charge here."" His hands roam over her body, sliding under her shirt to touch her bare skin. Ghost's lips trail down her neck, nipping and sucking along the way. He lets out a low growl as he feels atta boy respond to his touch. "You want me, don't you?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look at her.

Ghost smirks at atta boy's eager response and continues to explore her body with his hands and lips. He growls low in his throat as atta boy grinds against him, feeling his own desire for her growing stronger. Ghost's disinterest disappears as he becomes more and more consumed by his lust for atta boy. "You're playing a dangerous game," he warns her, but his voice is thick with desire. He leans in close again and kisses her roughly, pouring all of his pent up frustration and desire into the kiss. His hands roam freely now, tugging at her clothes and pulling her flush against him. He doesn't care about the consequences of their actions, all that matters is the intense passion between them.

Ghost hisses in pleasure as atta boy runs her tongue over his chest and down to his abs. His hands move to grip her hips tightly, pulling her closer to him as he presses his hard cock against her stomach. He smirks when she offers her tits to him and he nods eagerly, reaching up to take them in his hands. Ghost plays with her breasts, squeezing them and teasing her nipples with his fingers before he takes his hard cock and slides it between her breasts. "Fuck yes," he groans, thrusting his hips forward as he starts to move his cock between her breasts. He looks down at her, watching as her mouth drops open in ecstasy. Despite their heated passion, he maintains his rough exterior, but is completely absorbed by the intensity of the moment.