CHAPTER 2: Night Shift.

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You roll your eyes at his sneaky little comment, and clean yourself up. Your hair is a complete mess, alongside is the cum dripping down your leg. You grab a towel and just clean your self up, then you sneak your clothes back on.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley then walks in, crossing his arms. "Heard ya and Price had a..interesting conversation. Anywho, you have night shift. Hurry your arse up." He says, unamused. You stare at him, rolling your eyes. "Mk." You walk away, leaving the mess behind. Ghost stands there, his gaze going from you, to the soiled towl. He picks it up, not realizing what's on it, and throws in into a sink.

You walk to the armory room, grabbing your gear and shit. You look at yourself in the full length mirror, realizing that your mascara is dripping down your fucking face.

You quickly wipe it off with the back of your hand, walking out side and into the gaurd tower. You get everything set up, your radio on the side of the table. You sigh, knowing it's going to be a long fuckin night. Your radio goes off.

It's the mother fucker who you just fucked.

"Are you up in the gaurd tower, princess?" Price says, with that stupid fucking tone in his voice that just makes you want to pick out your eyeballs and eat them.

"Yes sir. I'm in the gaurd tower." *You say into the radio, before putting it down. He hums into the radio, before in glitches and goes silent. Finally..you think, rubbing your eyes. You check the time. 12:45 am. Jesus, just 6 more hours before your out of this hell hole.

You look out side the window, making sure all of the guns were loaded.

You hear a knock at the door, before it busts open. It's Price. He stares at you, before he closes the door. "Makin sure your safe." He smiles, locking the door and leaning right next to you. You stare up at him, crossing your arms. "What do you actually want." You ask.

Price grabs your chin. "I want you. I want to be inside of you."

TO BE CONTINUED

Creators note:
Sorry my fat ass hasn't been posting. I'll try to make new stories 😔

My goofy ass dog has recently passed, and it's affected me a lot. But don't worry I am okay

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