- Simon "Ghost" Riley.

You knew he was close. Your enemy and greatest obsession. Every encounter with him was a dangerous game, and this time would be no exception. His chest pressed against your back and his hips collided forcefully with your rear, eliciting a gasp. "Did you miss me?" he murmured against your neck.
You tried to turn, but his grip was firm; you felt his bulge pressing against you, rubbing in such a provocative way. L-let go of me your voice trembled
His hands traveled over your body, to the edge of your pants. Without warning, his fingers slid firmly down your crotch, caressing and provoking sensations you wanted to deny at that moment. Fuck you, Ghost.

He leaned in, lifting his mask to reveal his lips, which were now close to yours. Oh, I will…with you. His lips captured yours in an intense kiss, biting your lower lip as he grabbed your pants and pulled them down, revealing how wet your underwear was from his touches.