Sinful Desire - Simon "Ghost" Riley as Billionair's Bodyguard

Damsel in distress

I'm coiled up like a venomous serpant,

Tangled in your trance and I'm certain,
You have got your hooks in me.

As Ghost carried Nora's unconscious form in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness wash over him.
She was so delicate, so vulnerable in that moment.

He looked down to see her features. Her gorgeous face when she slept, her pink plump lips slightly agape, her deep breaths, her small neck, long hairs and her petite figure in his strong arms.

She was the most beautiful woman he ever laid his eyes on.

Captain Price saw them entering the building with Nora's unconscious figure in Ghost's arms.

He approached them, concern etched into his features. "What happened to her?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

"I don't know," Ghost replied quietly, his gaze never leaving Nora's face. "Maybe she saw something at the base. There were a lot of casualties."

"Take her her to her room." Captain Price said.

Following Captain Price's lead, Ghost carried Nora to her room, his steps careful and deliberate. As he laid her gently on the bed, he couldn't help but be struck by her beauty. She looked so peaceful, so ethereal in the soft glow of the room. Her vulnerability in that moment stirred something deep within him.

"Who is she, Sir?" Soap asked, his voice breaking the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Ghost stepped back, his gaze lingering on Nora's sleeping form for a moment longer. She looked so peaceful, so fragile.

"She's General Marshall's daughter," Captain Price explained, his voice tinged with concern. "She's been through a lot these past few days. We need to keep a close eye on her."

Ghost nodded in understanding.

Captain Price motioned for them to follow him to the meeting room, leaving Ghost alone with Nora.

As he tucked her in and smoothed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, Ghost felt a swell of protectiveness rise within him. She may have been the daughter of a general, but in that moment, she was just a vulnerable young woman in need of comfort and care.

Ghost cast one last glance at Nora, a silent promise echoing in his heart.

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"what about my missions? I'm a lieutenant. I cannot babysit a princess."
Ghost's voice was tinged with frustration as he addressed Captain Price, his brow furrowed in concern.

Captain Price's steely gaze bore down on Ghost, his expression unyielding. "This is not a request, Lieutenant," he retorted, his tone firm and commanding. "Protecting Nora Grace is not babysitting - it's your duty as a soldier, and as a member of this team."

As Captain Price briefed Ghost and Soap about Nora Grace, the daughter of the late General Marshall, Ghost's mind drifted back to his own encounters with the Mexican drug cartel. Memories of loss and devastation flooded his thoughts, the pain of his past wounds still raw despite the passage of time.

He remembered the day the cartel had torn his family apart, leaving him with nothing but ashes and grief in their wake.
The anger and hatred that had consumed him in the aftermath of their ruthless actions still burned bright within him, a constant reminder of the lives of his loved ones he had lost.

Price mentioned the cartel's involvement in General Marshall's assassination, Ghost felt something unexpected stir within him. It was not the familiar surge of rage and vengeance that he had come to associate with thoughts of the cartel, but rather a sense of determination and resolve.