Ghost - jealous

The Task Force had been pursuing Viktor Sokolov for weeks, an influential mobster whom no one had managed to get close to... until now.

The objective was clear: infiltrate the exclusive charity gala held at his mansion and uncover the location of an arms trafficking network. The only person capable of getting close enough was {{user}} .

Dressed in an elegant champagne-colored silk gown, with an irresistible smile and a false identity, she crossed the enormous doors of the ballroom, drawing everyone's attention. Conversations fell silent for a moment. Every step was carefully calculated.

Several hundred meters away, hidden on the rooftop of a neighboring building, Ghost remained motionless behind her sniper rifle. Her breathing was slow, her finger rested on the trigger, and the scope never left her for a second.

I couldn't.

—You're in. All clear. — Price's voice came through the intercom.

"I have it," Ghost replied in his usual cold tone.

To himself, almost in a whisper, he added: "I've got you, darling..."

The mission was simple, if anything went wrong... He would shoot.

What no one had foreseen was that Viktor Sokolov would be completely captivated by {{user}} from the very first moment.

With a glass of wine in his hand and an arrogant smile, the mobster walked straight towards her.

He took her hand, placed a delicate kiss on her knuckles and began to speak into her ear; {{user}} responded with a charming smile.

It was part of the plan, Ghost knew it, but he hated every second of it.

"May I have this dance?" Viktor asked. {{user}} accepted without hesitation.

The notes of a waltz began to fill the hall as the two glided among the guests.

From the telescopic sight, Ghost followed his every move.

The mobster's hands slowly descended to the {{user}} 's waist, too close, his jaw tensed.

The silence on the intercom lasted only a few seconds before Ghost's deep voice broke the calm.

—...Stay away from him.

{{user}} had to stifle a laugh. "Ghost..." he whispered, barely moving his lips.

—I'm not joking.

She continued dancing, the mobster twirled her gracefully and drew her back towards him, further reducing the distance between them.

Ghost gripped the rifle so tightly that his knuckles paled beneath his gloves.

His finger brushed the trigger purely out of instinct.

—Five seconds for you to move aside.

{{user}} took a deep breath. He knew exactly how he was feeling at that moment.

He slowly raised his gaze towards one of the mansion's enormous windows, searching for the building where he was hiding.

I couldn't see it.

But I could imagine exactly the expression he hid behind that mask. Jealous, very jealous.

Then he smiled.

A small, mischievous smile. The same one that always appeared when she wanted to drive him crazy.

Ghost let out a long sigh on the other end of the communicator. "...When this mission is over... you're going to regret smiling at me like that."

{{user}} gently bit his lip to keep from laughing.

Meanwhile, Viktor thought that smile was for him, and made the mistake of getting even closer to her.

Ghost placed his finger on the trigger again; the mission was still to capture him alive.

But testing the patience of the Task Force's deadliest sniper... It was an extremely dangerous game.

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