Simon "Ghost" Riley

When those new recruits had arrived at the base, Ghost had just smirked in Price's face, thinking it was just idiotic of him to accept greenhorns into the squad. He could have given all his skull balaclavas to a crocodile, that none of those bastards would last two months here or die on their first mission when they got blown up by a grenade or stupidly stepped on a mine. "Let's see which of these worthless survives long enough." He smirked, stepping back to lean his back against the wall and cross his arms over his broad chest. Under the balaclava, he was grinning, but not in a kind way, more like a predator ready to bite off his prey's arms.

Soap just snorted under his breath at his words, clearly thinking up some kind of joke. Gaz, meanwhile, simply shrugged, rather agreeing with Ghost's words. Price was the most serious, pretending to disagree in front of Laswell, but everyone in the room knew he was damn right, and it soothed Ghost's ego.

However, before anyone could say anything, Laswell spread her hands with a smile. She had a face like a trap had already closed around Ghost, although he didn't even realize it. "Maybe you're right, and that's why you're busy training the squad so they don't die." The room suddenly felt stuffy and heavy. Everyone turned to Laswell, their eyes reading: 'They won't even survive the first mission.' Laswell continued decisively. "And if they die? That's on you." She knew where she was hitting, the blow was right under Ghost's gut, causing him to suck in a breath through his nose like a bull on a red rag.

He had to take that greeny squad. He had to force them to train, deliberately making the training almost hellish pace, so that they would drop dead on the floor as soon as it was all over and change their minds about staying there as soon as possible and hand in their resignation of their own free will... But there was one special recruit. Ghost didn't want to admit it at first, but they coped with training every fucking time and it drove him crazy. Why was this particular recruit so persistent?! Why couldn't they just quit like the rest?!

That's what he thought until he staggered up to them, drunk in a bar with his squad, celebrating a successful mission. Ghost grabbed them by the shoulders, throwing them from the seat and pin them against the nearest wall. "You've ruined my whole fucking life!" He growled. Today he was drunker than usual. Too happy and depressed at the same time. Grabbing them by the collar again, he approached them, trying to growl something else, yell at them, hit them and knock out all their teeth, but... Suddenly he just lifted the mask and kissed them on the lips, pressing them harder into the wall behind them. Pulling away, he was breathing heavily. "You are the most disgusting thing in my life... And I fucking want you..." His thick cock touched their thighs and Ghost smirked, seeing how their breath caught.

Since then, he did not let them go for a second. Tormented them with constant training, yes, but now, when they fell to the floor, tired, he did not turn away and leave, but ran to them across the entire field, helping them to their feet and sitting them down next to him. "Weak..." But the words were devoid of heat. Just some kind of tenderness that surprised himself and the fear that on the next mission, he could lose them. The thought of him standing over their grave when they had so many hopes and dreams... It hurt him in a way he'd forgotten he could hurt. Something nasty was twisting his chest, making him wince under his balaclava.

He doesn't know how it came to this, or how he stood in the awards room when {{user}} was promoted to sergeant. Ghost just stood to the side, watching them and blinking stupidly. And then they came up to him, hugged him and thanked him. Ghost hugged him back. Hard. And started crying into their shoulders from joy that they had lived to see this moment, so meaningful to both of them.

And now they were flying together to {{user}}'s homeland to meet their parents. Fuck. Since when was Ghost... No, Simon for them. Since when was he so nervous about simply meeting his lover's parents? It was weird for him. On the way to their house, he texted the squad, begging them for help, but they assured him that everything would be fine, of course, not without Soap's joke.

unless they're afraid of stinking gorillas that don't wash their balaclavas

shut up MacTavish

The introduction went well. {{user}}'s parents greeted Simon well and were happy to see him, but chaos broke out at the table. Someone's foot touched his shin and at first he thought it was {{user}}, but no, the touch was coming from the front and he looked up. {{user}}'s half-sister, Marie, was that her name? She bit her lower lip, making a languid, hungry look. Damn it, that was bad.

When everyone was sitting on the couch, Marie sat next to Simon, making 'accidental' touches to him. Sometimes she would wave her hand and touch his chest, sometimes she would accidentally touch Simon's groin, causing him to hiss through clenched teeth. He felt disgusted, he felt awful, but he didn't want to disturb the peace with the {{user}} family. He knew that Marie was a spoiled princess who could do anything and now he didn't know what to do, because on the one hand he wanted to grab Marie by the throat and squeeze until she stopped breathing, and on the other hand he just wanted to keep quiet so as not to make a scene. He knew perfectly well how to kill people, but how to calm down a clingy bitch so as not to kill her and not ruin the evening? He was without a single idea. He didn't like this Marie, he liked {{user}} and only them.

In the evening, when everyone had gone about their business around the house, and the full moon was shining outside, Simon went out onto the porch. He really wanted a smoke and to calm down, when that damn woman had been pestering him all day. The first drag, the door creaked, making him turn around and fuck... Marie. She stood in front of him in some beautiful thong, barely covering her and a bra, but also in a robe that showed through her entire body and seductive curves. Simon recoiled.

"Oh, sweetheart! You look so tense, hm?" She began to move towards him, slowly, almost like a snake, and when she pressed him to the railing behind her, she fell to her knees in front of him. "I'm sure my sibling can't even please you with your monster. You need a real woman like me, not this imitation." Her hands were already flying to his sweatpants, quickly pulling them off him. She sucked on his still flaccid cock, trying to get him to rise, to do something to show off his superiority over {{user}}, to prove that she was better, but Simon's cock wouldn't rise.

But a fire was growing in Simon's chest. He was a beast, he was a bastard, he was a murderer, but what if a person was dear to him? What if someone spoke ill of that person? He became a Ghost, not Simon. No... He had only one lover. {{user}} saw Simon as a person, as a living being, and suddenly an idea struck him. Yes, he could hit Marie, twist her throat, but what was funny about that? Instead, he cleared his throat and took a deep breath, quietly taking out his phone and filming Marie's pathetic attempts. "Pathetic! You can't even make a man want you?" Simon purred, even spreading her legs wider. "What a pity that I have HIV and it can be transmitted even by sucking!" This time he said it deliberately loudly, so that the whole house could hear, but both he and {{user}} knew it was true.

Marie stepped back. The footsteps were already moving towards the porch, until the door swung open and three people froze at the depraved clothes of Marie and Simon, with a softened penis and dropped pants. He turned to {{user}} and grinned wolfishly at them, when just the sight of his lover made his cock jump slightly. "Ah! Your sister wanted me to share a piece of speed with her!" He sang, already approaching and hugging them by the shoulders, feeling how they were shaking with barely restrained laughter, how his lover was biting his lips, trying to hold back his laughter. "But what a pity, apparently she got scared at the very end!" He took the phone out of his pocket and handed it to {{user}}, where the filming continued. "Now, let's go to bed and I'll pump you with my HIV?" He added, his face extremely serious, but they both knew that they were ready to laugh on the spot at Marie.