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Chapter 3

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"Hey Ghost,"

Fuuuucking hell...

His teeth ground together under his mask. Of all the times to show up, why did it have to be right after Price? Sereza, I love you but your timing Love... he grumbled in his head. Not quite ready to face her after his talk with Price, Ghost could only glance at her over his shoulder with a nod of acknowledgment.

Sereza was, as ever, unbothered by the skull's brusque behavior. With silent steps she came to join him at the railing, close but not too close. Always mindful of his personal bubble. Ghost peeked discreetly over at her tiny frame near his side. His expression softened as he took in her appearance - probably for the thousandth time. It was honestly adorable how small she was next to him. So damn cute.

Ghost frowned at himself. When in the hell had he ever used the word cute?

He sighed quietly. She was cute dammit, everything about her was. From the honey-colored curls down to the tips of her toes, Simon adored every inch of her. Her standing next to him really emphasized the size difference between them since she barely reached his shoulder. "Sereza?"

"Hm?" she replied while continuing to scan the base below them, tilting her head to indicate she was listening.

Ghost panicked a bit. He hadn't actually meant to say anything, it just came out. At least she didn't look his way when she responded so that helped. Gave him a second to pull himself together again. "Uh... what are you doing up here?"

"There's been a very noticeable and very sad lack of grumpy British men lately. It's been horribly depressing, so obviously I had to come find you," she teased. "What about you? I'm usually the one around here that hides on the roof. Care to explain why you're taking over my spot Lieutenant?" Sereza turned to face him fully with a small smile.

Under his mask Ghost found himself smiling as well.

There wasn't much that Simon truly enjoyed in life. It was just an endless, suffocating cycle of getting through the next day, the next mission, until the day finally came when he would have no more tomorrows. Many times - far more than he cared to count or admit to - Ghost had actually looked forward to that day.

Now that Sereza had come into his world it was all different, of course. And watching her simply exist gave him all the joy he could ask for. Also... hearing her call him Lieutenant did turn him on a bit, though he wasn't sure why exactly. "Maybe I wanted a turn," the skull retorted.

He melted inside a little bit when she giggled at his answer.

Simon's vision flashed white.

He was standing - no, kneeling. On something soft. Something... solid, but not really stable. It was nightfall, wherever he was, and there was very little light. Panic started to set in as his claustrophobia began to take hold, thinking he was back in the ground again, but a small and gentle touch trailed up his side. Another grabbed at his bicep as something under him moved.

"...Simon," something squeezed around his hips before grinding down onto him, "S-Simon, please..."

Ghost tossed his head back at the feeling of warm, slick wetness pressed against his bare cock.

"Ughh, fuuuck," he hissed.

Sitting up on his knees, he brought his hands to his sides, his fingers tracing along the smooth flesh of a pair of slender legs. They squeezed his hips again, causing a low growl to reverberate through Ghost's chest.

He was impossibly hard. Achingly so. Wrapping his large hands around the thighs on either side of him, Simon rocked his hips forward, dragging his thick cock slowly along the slick heat in front of him. He tilted his head down to a pair of half-lidded angelic hazel eyes staring back at him.

He'd know those eyes anywhere.

Sereza...

Simon lightly shook his head as he returned to the roof. Nothing but cement below him now instead of the body pleading, begging, for his touch. Nausea washed over him at the full realization of what he'd just fantasized about.

"Ghost? You okay?" Sereza asked with evident concern.

Without giving her a reply, Ghost headed straight for the door. Sereza watched the lieutenant leave, half worried and half almost bemused at his sudden and uncharacteristically hurried exit. Ookayy... We'll talk later then.

His arousal throbbed, and Simon could feel the coolness of a small damp spot on his pants. There was no way he could reach his room three floors down without someone crossing him in the halls. Ducking into a maintenance closet and locking the door behind him, Ghost slammed his back against the door. He yanked off his stifling balaclava and looked down at his erection.

The tent in his pants was most definitely noticeable. Groaning, he closed his eyes in mortification and let his head fall on the door behind him with an audible thud. Both the sight of himself and the thought of what he had just done repulsed him.

His cock pulsed insistently, painfully hard, demanding touch as memories of his fantasy replayed in his mind. Clear liquid dripped from his slit, the pressure in him building, and his heavy sac tightening. With no other option and no chance of reaching his room without someone noticing, Ghost loosened his belt and dipped his hand into his pants.