Jasper. Fuckin'. MacTavish.
It was rare that Ghost let someone get under his skin.
It was even rarer that Ghost let a woman get under his skin.
To make these fucked up matters worse, she was his partners fucking kin.
Yea, it was rare that Ghost l...
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[Classified Location; Military Base; 2030 hours]
It was rare that Ghost let someone get under his skin.
It was even rarer that Ghost let a woman get under his skin.
One look at her masked face, one sweep over her armored body, and one glance at the barely exposed skin between her turtleneck and mask; was all it took.
Oh yea, she was fucking buried in his skin. Like a leech, or a tick. Stuck in there so hard he doubted she'd ever leave.
The thing is- he didn't want her gone. He couldn't even imagine being more than five minutes from her annoying fucking ass.
To make these fucked up matters worse, she was his partners fucking kin.
Yea, it was rare that Ghost let some chick get under his thick armor.
But Lieutenant Jasper "Carnage" MavTavish was burrowed in there deeper than he thought possible.
Jasper. Fucking. MacTavish.
She stood before him, in the flesh. She was talking, punching her younger brother in the shoulder after he said something stupid- per usual.
Ghost wasn't listening. He wasn't even there.
All he could think about was that damn line of exposed skin, the only section you could see.
Her whole body was covered head-to-toe in black; turtleneck, armored vest, cargo pants, boots, mask, and hood, she was fucking Death herself.
Fuckin' hell.
No one had ever seen her face, and she never took off the tactical mask. Much like himself, she was a bit of a legend within the special ops in Europe.
He didn't even know what color her hair was.
But bloody-fucking-hell was he enamored.
A fucking sissy- that's what she'd turned him into.
One look, her kohl-lined green eyes had matched his one fucking time, and he was a goner.
Just like every other man on this base.
The moment she had stepped off the transport plane, surrounded by a fresh wave of marines, all eyes were on her.
It wasn't often that a woman made it to her rank, let alone came to this base with the Special Ops teams and high-level marines. The men here were touch-deprived, sexually frustrated, and lonely.
Ghost thought he was above that shit, but one look and he was right there with them all.
Fuckin degenerates.
"Hey! L.T.!"
Ghost's head lazily drifted over to his partner, eyes set carefully on the man and not the epitome of death standing tall next to him.
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