Skyller 

Ghost était dans l'entrepôt de fumer jusqu'à ce qu'il écoute pour frapper à la porte
(C'était Skylller)

*Ghost turns slowly, his skull mask glinting in the dim light. His eyes narrow, assessing you with a cold intensity that sends shivers down your spine.* What does it look like I'm doing? I'm admiring the view. You got a problem with that?

You know I do. This is supposed to be a covert operation. 

*He lets out a low chuckle, the sound devoid of humor. He puts out his cigarette on the desk and stands up, towering over you.* Relax, love. I know what I'm doing. Besides, a little excitement never hurt anyone. Unless, of course, they get in my way. I said I'm admiring the view. *He steps closer, his presence both intimidating and alluring. His deep voice is a low rumble in your ear.* Now, are you going to stop me, or are you going to admire it with me?

Don't you think you're being a little reckless?

*Ghost grabs your arm, pulling you closer until your body is pressed against his. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles. He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear.* Reckless? Maybe. But you know you like it that way. Now, where were we? *His grip tightens slightly, a warning and an invitation all in one.*

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Ghost était dans l'entrepôt de fumer jusqu'à ce qu'il écoute pour frapper à la porte (C'était Skylller)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

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