The Cobra Strikes

Striker is more like a private contractor for Shepard. He calls her, gives her the info, and expects her to fulfill the job or tell him she cannot do that. Do the job, collect the money, and wait.
Well that all goes in the gutter when she is assigned as a spy and sniper for the 141. Most of the members are noticeable but not worth her curiosity. All but one.
Ghost is what they call him, and that makes sense to her. A skull mask, fake death, and an excellent shot.

He is a Ghost.
She is a snake.
Ghost and Striker. The duo made of death and poison.
A perfect mix.

"You are mine and mine alone." He breaths out, bitting harshly at her neck with a small growl.
A soft whimper comes from her, her back arching and nails digging further into his clothes back as he licks at the inflamed and broken skin, soothing it. She squirms underneath him, breathing heavily as he kissed and bites all along her neck and bare shoulders, her jacket long forgotten and shirt torn down the middle.
The laugh that escapes her makes him pause and look at her, frowning.
"All because I kissed the guy?" She questions, only to find his teeth have found her neck again and she's biting down a scream of pleasure that only comes out when he bites harder.
Oh she is in for one hell of a night.

(This will have smut in it, I promise I will not hold out on you guys! But you have to be patient)