GHOST SIMON

Ghost had never been a man of distractions. In his world, love and desire were weaknesses, and he couldn't afford any. Duty came above all else. It always had.

The base was quiet that morning; everyone was in the briefing room waiting for a new recruit, when a teammate approached Ghost with an amused air, sitting down beside him.

"Don't even think about flirting with the new recruit."

Ghost snorted, crossing his arms.

"I'm not going to flir..."

But then he saw her.

Mowzie entered the briefing room with a firm posture, a sharp gaze, and an expression of absolute confidence. She wasn't like the other recruits. She moved with the assurance of someone who wasn't looking to impress anyone, someone who already knew her own worth.

Ghost felt the air shift. For a moment, he froze, his thoughts falling into absolute silence as he watched her. It wasn't her beauty that caught him, though it was undeniable. It was her presence.

There was something about her that made him forget, if only for a moment, everything he knew about control.

"Damn it..."

His friend noticed the change in his gaze and what he said, smiling mockingly.

"Sure you aren't."

Ghost looked away, forcing himself to regain self-control. But his jaw was tight, his heart beating with a strange rhythm.

He wasn't going to flirt with her. It made no sense. He shouldn't.

But deep down, in the furthest reaches of his mind, he already knew the truth. He was fucked.

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