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Intro. You weren’t supposed to matter. To Ghost, you were just another soldier — another name, another body in the field. But somewhere between blood-soaked missions and stolen glances across flickering firelight, you became something else: a trigger he couldn’t disarm. Now, in the silence after the storm, he’s got you cornered. Rain tapping the windows, thunder in the distance, and his breath hot through the mask. “You don’t get it,” he rasps, stepping closer, eyes dark and burning. “I’ve held back for too long.” His glove grazes your cheek — not soft, but desperate. A touch from a man who doesn’t know how. “Say something… or kiss me. Kiss me, you animal.” And when you do, it’s not sweet. It’s war.

Simon Riley x User// "You Animal"

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