#fuerzas especiales

[blogspicyjalapenoblog]

“Going dark — ”

-Cpt. Price

[sonsofks]

La Esperada 'Edición Deluxe' de Trepang2 Desembarca en Steam

Toma las armas y adéntrate en una experiencia sobrenatural con Trepang2 en Steam.” En una emocionante noticia, Trepang Studios y Team17 Digital han lanzado hoy la tan esperada Edición Deluxe del impactante juego de acción sobrenatural Trepang2 en Steam, disponible por £29.99/$29.99 US/€29.99. Este lanzamiento sigue a su reciente disponibilidad en PlayStation®5 y Xbox Series X|S a finales del mes…

[dabid-motozalea]

Recuerdos de juventú.. 😓

Serenidad y audacia.

[oknews]

El avión fumigador de operaciones especiales de la Fuerza Aérea volará para entrenamiento en la base de Oklahoma

un aire Guardia nacional La base en Oklahoma albergará la primera unidad de entrenamiento formal para el avión fumigador de reconocimiento armado del servicio utilizado para operaciones especialesun anuncio que se produce mientras los organismos de control cuestionan el futuro del avión en combate. En una ceremonia la semana pasada, la Base de la Guardia Nacional Aérea Will Rogers en la ciudad de…

[pablokoutanya]

⚔️ ¡Capitana del Escuadrón Espada Número 2! | Parte 66 | 🌄 Genshin Impac...

¡Explora la misteriosa Isla Watatsumi en Genshin Impact y descubre sus secretos ocultos! En este emocionante episodio, conoceremos a la carismática Sacerdotisa Kokomi y seremos nombradas Capitána del Escuadrón Espada Número 2. Únete a nosotros mientras nos convertimos en Capitána de las Fuerzas Especiales y luchamos contra la tiranía de la Shogun y el injusto decreto de captura de visiones. ¡No te pierdas esta increíble aventura en la Isla Watatsumi de Genshin Impact! 

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[sergioarenasabogado]

Boletín Jurídico 33

A mi distinguida comunidad informo que está disponible el Boletín Jurídico N° 33 de este estudio jurídico, con información legal de actualidad. (more…) “”

[mikuzsoy]

el rubio arregla un poco más la mochila, cuando siente la sensación que se va a caer. odiaría que pasara aquello, especialmente con la cantidad de cosas que tiene dentro. "lo sé" admite con una mueca. "pasado. accidente del ejercito" comenta. tampoco es algo que le gusta hablar, especialmente porque no es un lindo recuerdo. "¿también problemas con los huesos?" inquiere hasta un leve curioso. sin pensarlo demasiado, le da una leve mirada al contrario, bueno de primera vista no parece nada, pero el soldado sabe muy bien que muchas las peores heridas son las que no se pueden ver. "oh...bueno" comenta. bueno, ese tipo de comentario ya venía atrasado, porque claramente su rodilla le estaba jugando una mala pasada, pero simplemente asintió y no quiso decir más. "bueno, bueno. puedo invitarte al más fino lugar, la cafetería de la academia" soltó una risa ante sus mismas palabras. con pudo llevaba la otra maleta con libros, claramente debía hacer una limpieza. "eh, solamente debemos ir a beltane y en el primer piso, luego veré que hago" admite. "en serio, no me gustaría tomar tu tiempo" agregó. ya bastante vulnerable se sentía ante la ayuda ajena. @nikovlai

contrario a sus palabras, aun así ayudó a cargar un par de cosas, alzando las cejas al escuchar la aclaración. " suena complicado" sobretodo porque cualquier lesión en las articulaciones le sonaba problemática. " ¿es algo de antes?" porque bien pudo verse afectado por los eventos de hace unos días, como la gran mayoría. pero, por la forma en que hablaba en un pasado casi lejano, asumió que se trataba de un asunto que iba un poco más allá. " bueno, te acompaño en eso. ya somos dos cuyo cuerpo está dando problemas " aunque él supuestamente había logrado rehabilitarse, salvo por los dos sentidos que perdió luego del accidente. " con más razón no te esfuerces de más" una lesión mal cuidada podía desencadenar situaciones peores, pero tampoco podía culparle de querer lanzarse y hacer cosas, más porque entendía el sentimiento. " me basta con algo para tomar" al final la recompensa que pidió solo se trató de una mera broma, con el fin de darle un poco de humor a todo el asunto. " ¿hacia donde hay que ir?"

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Nightwatch

Ghost and Jade conversing atop the Fuerzas Especiales base in Las Almas. Just a sketch before I sleep today! (❁´◡`❁)

Inspired by this Illustration by Edwin George in 'English Woman' 12 July 1958

good night 🛌

[sonsofks]

Noche de Terror en Consolas! 'TREPANG2' Ofrece una Experiencia de Acción Ultraviolenta

“Adéntrate en un Mundo Lleno de Balas, Conspiraciones y Terror: Disponible en PlayStation®5 y Xbox Series X|S” Team17 Digital y Trepang Studios han lanzado hoy el siniestro shooter sobrenatural de acción, Trepang2, en PlayStation®5 y Xbox Series X|S, tras el explosivo debut del juego en PC a principios de año. Como sucesor espiritual de los trepidantes y desbordantes shooters en primera persona…

[panther-os]

beating my head against the walls in Latine

here's eight things that atp will have me immediately closing out of any fic, AleRudy edition:

1.

❌ "the los vaqueros"

ah yes the famed and feared las almas battalion of Mexican special forces. the the cowboys

✅ "los vaqueros"

✅ "the vaqueros"

2.

❌ "the los vaqueros base"

✅ "los vaqueros' base"

✅ "the vaqueros' base"

3.

❌ "corporal alejandro vargas and sergeant rodolfo parra/major rodolfo parra"

look, fuck the military as an institution and also fuck the devs for using American rank structure for members of the Mexican army but

it takes roughly 2 years in the army to advance to Corporal. the equivalent in the Mexican army is Cabo, and Google will not give me the requirements for it no matter how I ask

it takes 3-6 years to advance to Sergeant. From what I can tell, the Mexican equivalent is also Cabo (where Sargento Segundo is closer to Staff Sergeant)

it takes 10-12 years to advance to Major, the equivalent is Mayor (not the English word mayor like of a city, don't be like those white people)

it takes 22-24 years, a bachelor's degree, and officer school to become a Colonel and it takes 18-20 years and a whole mess of leadership courses nearly equivalent to a degree to become a Sergeant Major

put some goddamn respect on their names

✅ Colonel Alejandro Vargas and Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra

✅ Coronel Alejandro Vargas and Sargento Primero Rodolfo Parra

4.

❌ Fuerza Especiales

❌ Fuerzas Especiale

this is just not understanding Spanish grammar

✅ Fuerzas Especiales ("Special Forces")

❎ Fuerza Especial ("special force")

5.

❌ Sin Nombre ("without name")

Alejandro literally corrects Soap on this one in the game

✅ El Sin Nombre ("The Nameless")

6.

❌ "Alejandro Vargas, leader of Mexican Special Forces"

the leader of Mexican Special Forces is the Secretaría de la Defensa Nacional - the Secretary of Defense - and Fuerzas Especiales is composed of three brigades, 74 independent battalions (like Los Vaqueros), 36 amphibious special operations groups. Colonels command single brigades at most.

Alejandro is capable of leading Mexican Special Forces, but it would require him to retire from the field and get more of a desk job, with far more politics than I think he'd have patience for

✅ "Alejandro Vargas, leader of Los Vaqueros - a battalion of Fuerzas Especiales stationed in Las Almas"

7.

❎ "our ancestors, the Aztecs"

look, indigenous identity is weird sometimes and I don't know enough specifics about the culture around it in Mexico to have a solid opinion, but I'm also very fucking tired of people thinking the only indigenous groups in Mexico are the Nahua (Aztecs) and Maya. if they're on the Texas border and their families have always lived there, their heritage is most likely seven different Apache nations/language groups in a trench coat with some Spanish conquistador on the side. they're most likely not related to any famous indigenous chiefs or other figures, but it's very possible they can trace their Spanish ancestry back directly to nobility

for example, I am related to absolutely none well-known Tsalagi or Kwikipa people as far as I'm aware, but I am a direct descendant of the brother of King Ferdinand the Catholic, which also means I'm a direct descendant of the guy who started the Inquisition (and now I'm Jewish (and pro-Palestine for those who want to know) so take that, colonizer)

also while Bayardo is Mexicano, Alain is Cubano, please be respectful when talking about the actors or when in their instagram lives and just. don't make assumptions y'all

8.

❎ "Los Vaqueros" is a nickname from the people of Las Almas, the battalion's actual name that is on all the paperwork and dog tags is more likely numerical or describing their role/location - like "11th Battalion" or "The Borderline Battalion" or something like that. maybe even both, like "The 11th Border Battalion"

[alexxv]

' no estaba evadiendo tu respuesta. ' énfasis se cataloga como necesario ante una acusación que peca de errónea. sin embargo, no le culpa. ' quería darte la oportunidad de responder primero. ' admite, no buscando incrementar sospechas masculinas sobre ella. ' si te consideraba lo suficientemente sincero, te habría ofrecido lo mismo. ' conclusión busca mostrarse como una ávida colaboradora si recibía lo mismo, pretendiendo priorizar el descarte de nombres y así facilitar búsqueda de pares. ' comencemos de nuevo. ' concuerda, finalmente. ' partamos por lo básico, ¿en qué habilidad destacaste? '

" lamentable, debí confundirte con alguien más. " podría haber inferido que es una de los hacker o interrogadora, pero la teoría se derriba tan pronto confirma la posibilidad de que entreno en algún lado. " oh, no te culparía si no lo hicieras, hay muchas personas en un campo de entrenamiento, es imposible conocerlos a todos. " endereza la cabeza y una sonrisa surge lento en sus labios al oír su nombre, bajando su vista a su tarjeta de identificación para buscar el impropio. " respondería, alexa, pero has evadido mi pregunta. me veo obligado a pagarte con la misma moneda, y sospechar que quieres interrogarme como todos los demás. pero nuestra conversación no llegará a ningún lado así. " y cuando deja en claro su posición, continua: " por lo que te propongo iniciar de nuevo. una pregunta por una pregunta. " @alexxv

[oknews]

FOTOS: Kim Jong-un inspecciona el adiestramiento de las fuerzas especiales norcoreanas

[mikichko]

The thing about Fuerzas Especiales (Mexican Special Forces) is that you know not to be wary of the masked men. It's the ones whose faces are bare and out for the world to see that have you cautious. The ones who truly have no tether and absolutely nothing holding them back.

So when you meet the 141 you’re not worried about Ghost. You’ve handled men like him before. Maybe not to this degree or stature, but close enough.

It’s Gaz who makes you pause. Stopping mid-step before you regain your composure and properly out-stretch your hand to shake his.

You've seen that look in his eyes before. Not on him, but your comrades. The few men who teeter on the edge, desperately trying to figure out if they'll be rule breakers or enforcers. If they'll be a blind executioner or if they'll learn to judge too. All while the battle rages on, chipping at their resolve. Soon enough, they'll show if they're truly as morally righteous as they think themselves to be. Those men, they're the ones that worry you.

You know how masked men will act. Understand that they'll carry themselves differently and act differently because of the anonymity and detachment that their masks provide. Especially from the unspeakable acts they carry out.

But people like him? Who show themselves bare? Owning the savage actions they commit, regardless of the way they teeter? Yeah, men like Kyle Garrick terrify you.

[lesvii]

You don’t own me.

One shot

Just a lil something I had in my mind, also this is a fem reader !

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Your relationship with Valeria wasn’t exactly the healthiest thing but you two tried to do what was best for both. Sometimes you just spends countless days alone in her hacienda surrounded with ‘’her best mans’’ just to always keep an eye out for you, when she disappear to make her business deals, it was her form of saying ‘I love you’.

It’s silly to think what could had been if she didn’t have this kind of job.

A drug lord.

Maybe in another universe you two actually had decent jobs and a normal life, but this wasn’t the case.

This time you two just got into a fight, again. It was common now, Valeria’s stress was overbearing since she had just lost over a huge deal thanks to the Mexican fuerzas especiales, it wasn’t your fault and you know it, she knows it too. But in this case everything for her was too much, too much noise, her man talking, you trying to reason with her to take a decent rest.

‘’ Valeria… please just take time to rest, how can you do all of this by yourself in this state?’’.

You said as your hands rested on her desk, pleading at her, she sighed irritated by your comment, you two already had the chat about leaving the cartel, oh how many times you pleaded to her, just for her safety, frankly you didn’t care about luxury and wealth when it came from the suffering of others. But she didn’t see it that way, she worked damn hard to get to the top, she wasn’t backing up now, not even for you.

‘’ I’m fine y/n.’’. Valeria said coldly.

You just stare at her, lost, you sighed as you stand up straight, that’s when she looked at you as she raised an eyebrow.

´´fine.´´ you said as you turn away to exit her office.

‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’ Valeria said with a cold demand.

You slowly turn away to face her again, as you gaze her slowly, analyzing which move would be the correct one and which one will guarantee you the bad side of Valeria garza.

‘’ Well… clearly away, since you wont listen to me anyways…’’ you said, as you crossed your arms.

Valeria gazed you from her desk office as she got up, slowly walking towards you, it was almost mesmerizing, like a lion stalking its prey ready to attack. As she stopped right in front of your face, just a few inches far apart.

‘’ Quién chingados te crees para hablar me así?’’ Valeria said with her strong Mexican accent, in that tone she used to yell to her workers.

Unbelievable you think, after all you’ve done for her, she dares to speak at you like that. You stand there not sure of what to say, at the end you were just as tired as she was.

‘’ You know what I’m not in the mood for this, I’m out.’’ You said as you sighed, closed your eyes to stop the headache. As you were leaving the door, she grabs you by the arm as she pushes you back to her office.

‘’ I’ve asked you a question corazón, huh?’’ Valeria said once again.

You pulled your arm off her grip, as you started to loose patience too.

‘’ I said I’m not in the mood for your little theatrics Valeria! God—‘’ you brushed her off.

She frowns her eyebrows, as she analyzes you with a cold gaze. You could see how the aura in the room changed, as you shook your head, trying to get off the awful feeling.

“I’ve done everything for you. And this is how you react?” Valeria said as she crossed her arms.

You sighed, for a moment you were going to explode but let’s be honest, her and you going mad wasn’t the right move, You chuckled.

“Really Val? Cause from about 6 months you’ve been disappearing every week, I dont even know if your hurt, if your alive even!” I finally said at her, she just looked at you as if she was looking for the correct words to say it.

“You’ve decided to stay with me, you know the consequences of it.” She said without flinching.

You stare at her defeated knowing once again you won’t win this fight, as if someone can win el sin nombre.

“I- you don’t get it do you? It’s getting so tiredly we can’t have a normal conversation every time you decide to turn it into a fight, I’m not sure I can do this anymore.” You said as you shook you head stepping away from her

She laughed, as you turned around confused at her.

“What? Do you think I you can just leave here?, asi nomas? ”. She said lastly as her Mexican accent.

You just stared at her, as your vision started to get blurry from the tears in your eyes. You hated when she talked like that. You stare at her confused. She walked around you as if a predator analyzing his prey.

“You aren’t allowed to leave anymore corazón, you decided to stay.. you’ve know too much by now” Valeria said.

You freeze for a second not sure what she meant.

“You don’t own me.” Was the only thing that came out of you, she smirked at you as she laughed.

“Oh… but you do”. Valeria said as she caressed your cheek.

Thx for reading this ! Once again English is not my first language, if I wrote something wrong please feel free to correct me ❤️

[calebine]

‘ obvio, una de las compañeras de administración lo lleva — ¿viste ese capítulo de los simpsons que dicen únete a la marina? no sabes cuántas veces ha usado el meme ’ le cuesta contarlo sin que se le escape la risa, en especial, porque es una historia completamente verídica. vaya, que si empezase con historietas nunca terminaría. con las palabras de nara trata de apretar los labios para fingir ofensa, pero no tarda más en echarse a reír. ‘ literal, mi rango de fanáticas sólo me sirve para recibir ofertas de matrimonios que no darían demasiados frutos ’ se lamenta cómico, apoyándose en el respaldo de la silla en una pose más cómoda. flexiona la rodilla y apoya el pie en la silla frente a sí vaya, como en su casa. se cruza de brazos como si eso le hiciera concentrarse mejor. ‘ qué cool, entonces estoy hablando con un arma blanca andante ’ la disciplina en el campo del combate hace que la vea con admiración. ‘ ah ’ de repente se acuerda, da un chasquido con los dedos. ‘ ¿puede ser que fueras guardaespaldas de un empresario o algo así? te admito que estoy buscando a un experte karateka ’ a lo mejor es el caso, que no se pierde nada por intentarlo. lo último le hace suspirar. ‘ ¿tú que crees? pues lo típico ’ menea cabeza en fingida decepción. ‘ mi familia siempre ha estado en el ejército británico, se sentía natural ’  tampoco intentó otra cosa, además que no se le daba mal del todo. al menos le había servido para hacer rabiar a su hermano mayor cuando se enteró que él iría a la academia reverie. ‘ un cliché, ¿no? debí haber seguido el camino del modelaje ’

' ¿las fuerzas armadas tienen instagram? ' se escudaría en que vive en país al otro lado del mapa pero en realidad ignorancia a veces es total en éstos tópicos, ' tiene sentido —— los hombres de uniforme causan furor entre las cuarentonas ' en facciones que permanecen serias a pesar de broma se puede reconocer que dichos son sumamente propios de su vocabulario diario, que no es un intento por engancharle en conversación de manera forzada. ' no soy modelo ' vira orbes, no tiene nada en contra de profesión pero no se cree que el otro esté tan convencido al respecto, ' doy clases de... artes marciales ' la pausa entre medio de revelación es para meditar si está bien cotarlo pero supone que se lo debe, el otro fue bastante directo con su profesión, además no termina de especificar a qué se dedica puntualmente. ' ¿tú por qué decidiste dedicar tu vida a la milicia en vez de a las cámaras? '

[ltash]

Choices have consequences

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader

Warning: 18+, smut, hot, sensual and erotic romance, bdsm type, dubcon themed, dark ghost.

Morning sunlight bathed the Fuerzas Especiales base in a golden glow as you, Isabella-affectionately nicknamed Bella-emerged from the barracks. New to the Mexican special forces as a Los Vaqueros soldier, you were the epitome of beauty, standing at five feet with big brown doe eyes and a petite but curvy figure that betrayed your Spanish heritage. Even your commander, Alejandro Vargas, occasionally found himself distracted by your presence.

Clutching a cold coffee tumbler, your long brown hair swayed gently behind you as you strode casually across the base in your military clothes and fur slippers. The routine morning briefing had been called by Commander Vargas, and as you made your way outside, you noticed a helicopter descending on the tarmac. Waiting eagerly for its arrival were Commander Alejandro and Major Rodolfo.

As the helicopter landed, you watched with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Two men emerged. The first was a cute guy with a mohawk, exuding an air of confident charm. The second man, however, was a sight to behold-a behemoth with black tactical pants and combat boots, his muscular frame emphasized by a tight black t-shirt. The crowning detail was his skull mask, which lent him an aura of intimidation and menace.

You stood there, frozen in place, as Alejandro and the two newcomers exchanged greetings. The presence of the masked man was particularly captivating, a stark contrast to the morning's tranquil beauty. His imposing figure and the air of mystery surrounding him seemed to hint at the gravity of the mission ahead.

With Alejandro and Rodolfo engaged in discussion with the other two newcomers, the masked man's intense gaze landed upon you. He observed the way the sunlight caressed your figure, emphasizing your natural beauty.

As his eyes roamed over you, his mind noted your military attire and the fur slippers you wore. A hint of intrigue flickered in his gaze at the sight of those slippers.

He continued watching you, the air around him still and focused.

You could sense the weight of his gaze upon you, the masked man's eyes tracing the path of the morning sun as it played across your figure, highlighting the curves of your petite frame. He took in everything about you-the way you held your coffee, your long hair cascading down your back, the fur slippers adding a touch of softness to your military attire. Even from this distance, his eyes never wavered, his expression unreadable behind the mask.

Alejandro started walking with them toward you. You stood still, frozen in place.

"This is my best soldier, Sergeant Isabella," Alejandro introduced. "Isabella, this is Sergeant Soap MacTavish and Lieutenant Ghost."

"Nice to meet you," you said in your Spanish accent.

"You're a bonnie lass," Soap said, shaking your hand with a friendly smile. Ghost, however, didn't budge, his dark gaze fixed on you but making no move to shake your hand. His rudeness struck a nerve.

"Gracias, hermano," you replied to Soap, but your eyes were daggers aimed at Ghost. His cold demeanor and lack of manners irritated you.

Alejandro, seemingly oblivious to the tension, continued walking with them toward his office. You stood there, sipping your coffee, your mind whirling with thoughts about the mysterious and imposing Lieutenant Ghost.

As Alejandro, Soap and Rodolfo entered the office, you stayed behind, sipping your coffee and stealing glances at Ghost. The air between you was charged with tension, the silence stretching out awkwardly.

Ghost's eyes remained fixed on you, his steady gaze locking onto your every move. It was as if he was studying you, taking in every detail. His eyes occasionally flicked down to your fur slippers, as if they held some sort of fascination for him.

"Isabella, come inside the office," Alejandro ordered. You followed, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.

Inside, Alejandro sat at his desk, with Ghost and Soap seated in front of him. You took a seat on the couch, moving with an elegance that didn't go unnoticed. Alejandro's favoritism towards you was apparent, and Soap and Ghost had already picked up on it.

Alejandro began discussing the mission with them, while you listened intently, knowing your role wasn't directly involved in the planning.

"Isabella is our medical officer," Alejandro said, pointing towards you. "She stays with us on missions in case we need medical support."

"Good to know," Soap replied, glancing your way with a friendly smile. "Nice to have someone with your skills on board, Bella."

Ghost's eyes followed you as you moved to take a seat on the couch. There was a sense of elegance and grace in your movements that caught his attention. He watched as you settled into your spot, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before his focus returned to the discussion at hand.

As Alejandro mentioned your role as a medical officer, Ghost's gaze darted back to you, his eyes studying you with renewed interest. The information about your skills piqued his attention, and his expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Lieutenant Ghost will conduct a drill today," Alejandro announced, his voice carrying authority. "Isabella, you have to inform all the new recruits and sergeants to join. He is a Special Air Service operator. You all can learn from him."

You nodded, taking mental notes of your new tasks. "Yes, sir."

Alejandro turned to Soap and Ghost. "Now, Bella, please show them their rooms in the building."

"Follow me," you said, rising from the couch with grace. Soap and Ghost stood, ready to follow.

As you led them out of the office, you turned to Ghost. "Lieutenant Ghost is impressive. You'll see."

Ghost gave a curt nod, his expression unreadable behind the mask. Soap, on the other hand, offered a friendly smile. "Looking forward to it."

You walked them through the corridors, pointing out various amenities and briefing rooms along the way. "Your rooms are just down here," you said, opening the door to a hallway lined with neatly arranged quarters.

"You'll be staying here," you said, opening a door for Soap. "And Ghost, yours is just next door."

Soap glanced around the room, nodding appreciatively. "Nice setup."

Ghost remained silent, stepping into his room with a quick, assessing glance.

"If you need anything, just let me know," you said, looking directly at Ghost. His eyes met yours, a silent acknowledgment before he turned away.

Leaving them to settle in, you headed off to inform the recruits and sergeants about the upcoming drill. The base was bustling with activity, and you quickly found the groups, relaying Alejandro's orders.

The base was alive with activity, and the atmosphere was filled with anticipation. The recruits and sergeants, having received your news, were preparing for the upcoming drill.

Ghost stood outside, surveying the line of recruits, his sharp eyes meticulously checking their uniforms. His imposing figure and the skull mask added to the tension in the air. He noticed immediately that one of the sergeants was missing: you.

Rushing out, you stumbled slightly as you tried to wear your boot, still tying the lace. "Sorry, sir. I'm late," you said, breathless. Your hair was neatly placed in a bun, but your hurried entrance hadn't gone unnoticed.

Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched you join the line, standing in the corner. He didn't say a word, but the intensity of his gaze conveyed his displeasure. You could feel the heat of his scrutiny as he continued the inspection, moving methodically down the line.

"Make sure this doesn't happen again, Sergeant," he finally said, his voice low and commanding. "Punctuality is crucial."

"Yes, sir," you replied, standing straighter, determined not to let this slip-up define you.

As Ghost moved down the line, checking the uniforms with his usual stern efficiency, he finally reached you. It was really hard for you to suppress your smile. The corners of your mouth twitched, and you pursed your lips hard to keep the laughter from erupting.

His eyes, dark and unreadable behind the mask, locked onto yours. "Something amusing, Sergeant?" he asked, his voice cool and measured.

"No, sir," you managed to reply, struggling to maintain your composure.

Ghost's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he continued down the line. You took a deep breath, thankful that he hadn't pressed the issue further. The drill was about to start, and you needed to focus, but the brief moment of levity had eased some of the tension in the air.

You let out a silent sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn't pressed the issue further. The drill about to begin and you needed to focus, but the brief moment of mirth had broken the tension in the air.

The drill continued with Ghost putting the recruits and sergeants through their paces. He was a demanding instructor, pushing them to their limits and beyond, never accepting anything less than perfection. Meanwhile, Soap observed from the sidelines, impressed by Ghost's no-nonsense approach.

As the obstacle course drill began, Ghost placed you in the most challenging positions. He pushed you to your limits, demanding nothing but perfection. Your body protested, muscles burning and lungs gasping for air, but you pressed on.

However, during one section, your exhaustion got the better of you. Your foot caught on a root, sending you tumbling face first into the dirt. Frustration gripped you, the taste of dirt mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

As you stood up, wiping the dirt off your clothes and cursing under your breath, a familiar shadow loomed over you. Lieutenant Ghost had observed your fall and was now standing beside you. His eyes flickered with a hint of amusement and a hint of disappointment.

He waited until you were finished cleaning yourself up before speaking. "Carelessness," he said, his voice low and controlled. "Will get you and your teammates killed."

"I am a medical officer Sir. Not your typical soldier." My Spanish accent coming through my mouth. I tried hard not to curse at him in Spanish.

"Your role may not be as a typical soldier," he continued, his gaze drifting over the obstacle course, "but you still need to be prepared for any situation that may arise. Train harder, focus more, and take care of yourself. Can't have our medic falling flat on her face in the dirt."

"You sound like you never bit the dust. Am I right lieutenant?" You said crossing your arms on your chest.

Ghost's eyes narrowed, a hint of irritation showing in his expression. Your comment had clearly hit a nerve. He took a step closer to you, towering over you.

"I've fallen before," he admitted, his voice low, "but I got up. That's the difference between me and you."

"That's what I am doing right now. Understood?" You spat.

Ghost's gaze darkened, his irritation growing. He stepped even closer, the tension between you and him becoming palpable.

"Do not test my patience, Sergeant," he warned, his voice like a sharpened blade. "I expect nothing less than your best. Push yourself, push your limits, and do not settle for anything less than perfection."

"Like Hell are you threatening me Lieutenant?" You stepped closer tilting your chin up to look into his eyes.

Ghost's eyes flared with a mix of anger and challenge. Your defiant stance, your chin defiantly lifted towards him, only added fuel to the fire.

He took another step forward, closing the remaining distance between you. For a moment, he was silent, his gaze boring into yours. The tension was so thick you could almost feel it.

"You're crossing a line," he finally said, his voice a low growl.

"Don't forget you are standing at Alejandro's base LT. You can't threaten his soldier, his medical officer." Your gaze bore into his eyes.

Your words hit their mark, striking a nerve that ran deep within Ghost. His jaw tensed, and his hands clenched into fists by his sides.

"I will speak to you as I see fit," he replied, his voice carefully composed. "I don't care whose base it is, and I don't care what rank you hold. In this moment, you are not just Alejandro's soldier or medic. You are a soldier of Task Force 141, and you will respect my authority."

"I am not a part of Taskforce and I will never want to be until you are a part of it." You said with hatred in your tone.

Ghost's eyes hardened at your words, the hatred in your tone not missing his notice.

"Watch your tone, Sergeant," he warned, taking a step closer. "You might be a medical officer and a friend to Alejandro, but you don't know a damn thing about what I have done or what I am capable of."

"Saca la cabeza de tu trasero y luego habla. Puta madre. " You cursed at him in Spanish.

Ghost's eyes widened slightly at the string of curses you hurled at him in Spanish. For a moment, he was momentarily taken aback.

"Careful, now," he said, his tone a mix of irritation and warning. "I don't need to speak Spanish to know when I'm being insulted. Watch your tongue."

"I am not afraid of you. Fucking Lieutenant." You can't do shit. Its my base and I am standing in the middle of the drill.

Your boldness, your audacity, was beginning to wear thin on his already short temper.

"Keep talking like that, and you'll find out what I can do," he warned, his voice a low growl. "Just because you stand on Alejandro's base doesn't make you untouchable. I've taken down larger enemies than you, so don't think you're special."

You scoffed. "First of all LT. I am not your enemy and secondly I don't take orders from you. Thirdly! I am going inside to tell Alejandro what you exactly said to me. You threatened a woman. You are not getting away with this." You put your hands in mock surrender.

Ghost watched as you threw your hands up in mock surrender, his expression hidden behind his ever-present skull mask.

"Fine," he said, his voice tight with restrained anger. "Go to Alejandro. Tell him what you think you heard. But I doubt he'll care about the words of a disrespectful medic who can't even handle a simple drill without falling on her ass."

As you turned to leave, Ghost's words hung in the air, a challenge and a warning all wrapped into one. He watched as you walked away, his eyes narrowed in contemplation.

As you found yourself alone in the base, your thoughts were consumed by the recent confrontation with Ghost. The realization of your own impulsivity dawned upon you, and you cursed under your breath.

The thought of him staying on the base for a few more days was like a time bomb ticking away. You knew you had to tread carefully around the Lieutenant now. Your own recklessness had put you in a precarious position.

The fear you felt in the pit of your stomach grew, imagining what Ghost might do if he found an opportunity to get his hands on you.

As the hours passed and night fell, you couldn't help but replay the confrontation with Ghost in your mind. Your words, his reaction, the tension in the air...it all weighed heavily on you. You knew you had crossed a line, and now you were paying the price.

The base was quiet now, most people either asleep or on standby, but you couldn't find the calm you so desperately needed. Your mind was racing, flooded with thoughts of Ghost and the consequences of your actions.

As you tossed and turned in your bed, attempting to find a comfortable position, your thoughts drifted back to Ghost.

The image of his broad shoulder, his athletic body , his powerful stature, his intense gaze and his handsome features, the mask that hid his true identity. Everything about him drew you in, making you curse your body's response to his presence.

The urge to touch yourself thinking about him was intense. You couldn't help it. You stood up. The showers were empty at this time. You couldn't risk anybody listening to your ordeal so you made your way to the showers. The building was eerily quite just you in your nightgown and your slippers walking in the corridors towards the showers.

The quiet corridors provided no comfort as you padded silently through the base. You could hear your own footsteps, the soft whisper of your slippered feet against the cold floor, your heart thumping loudly in your chest with every step.

The showers, however, were blissfully empty. You pushed open the door and stepped in, the sound of water dripping echoing in the solitude.

You stepped inside slowly pulling down the straps of your gown. It pooled down in your feet revealing your black laced lingerie inside.

The sound of water raining down on you faded into the background as your thoughts consumed you. Ghost's intense gaze, his powerful presence, the way he had loomed over you earlier, it all played in your mind like a movie.

Your hand slowly dipped beneath your lace panties, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

Ghost walked the quiet corridors, his feet silent in the soft slippers. The base was quiet at this time of night, most people asleep or on standby.

He had changed out of his gear and into a casual outfit, the hoodie and jeans providing a stark contrast to his usual uniform. The hood was pulled up, hiding his face in shadow, and the skull print balaclava still covered the lower half of his face. He walked with purpose, thoughts racing through his mind.

You finished showering and dried yourself with towel. Slipping into your nightgown again you slowly made your way out in the corridor.

He quickly stepped back, retreating into the shadows as you emerged from the corridor. His hands trembled from the effort to stay away. The image of you, wet from the shower, wearing the nightgown and your hair clinging to your face, was burned into his mind.

Ghost stood in the shadows as you strolled by, blissfully unaware of his presence. He watched you walk past, his eyes tracing every contour of your body under the nightgown.

You reached your room to open the door just when your eyes met his.

Time seemed to freeze for a brief moment as your gazes locked, neither of you saying a word. The tension between you was thick, the memory of your heated argument from earlier still fresh in both your minds.

His stood there, looming in the dark doorway, the light from the corridor casting him in shadows. He watched as your eyes widened and your breath hitched, the surprise plain on your face.

His hands were stuffed in his hoodie pockets, his face covered by the balaclavas, but the intensity of his gaze was undeniable.

His gaze flicked down to your hands as you fumbled with the keys. He watched as they fell, a small gasp of surprise leaving you. He took a step forward, the sound of his slippers soft on the linoleum.

He loomed over you, towering over your much smaller frame, the shadows casting a harsh contrast on the skull balaclava.

He watched as you bent to pick up the key, his eyes roaming over your form in the nightgown, the way it moulded to your body in all the right ways. He felt a tug of desire, the need to touch you, to hold you stronger than ever.

He watched as you struggled to fit the key in the door, a pang of something sharp in his chest as he watched the frustration on your face.

Your eyes never leaving him while you tried to put the right key in the lock. Your breathing ragged. "Oh God please. Please." You begged.

He took another step forward, closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. His heart was pounding in his chest, the need to take you, to claim you, nearly overwhelming him.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.

With a final turn of the key, your door flung open behind you, nearly slamming against the wall.

Ghost's eyes flicked between your face and the open doorway. His body was tensed, the desire to follow you into the room and take what he wanted was nearly too much to withstand.

You took a step back into your room, your eyes never leaving him.

His hand was placed on your chest, he pushed you back, guiding you further into the room.

The door closed and locked behind him with a soft click, shutting out the rest of the world. You were now alone with him in the dimly lit room, his presence heavy and intense.

"I-I am sorry. I am sorry for what I said earlier today." Your voice trembled.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, his voice a deep rumble. "You're sorry for what you said?"

He took a step closer, his body practically looming over you. His eyes were intense, the skull balaclavas adding to the mysterious aura surrounding him.

"I am sorry, please. I didn't mean when I insulted you on the drill." I gasped.

His eyes darkened, his body tensing again. "You think 'sorry' is going to make it all better? That an apology is enough to erase what you said?"

He took another step closer, his hand still on your chest, his touch both gentle and possessive.

"It- it won't happen again. I promise Lieutenant." My voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost chuckled dryly, his hand on your chest slowly moving upwards, his fingertip tracing along your collarbone.

"You promise, hm? And you think your word holds any weight, after what you said?"

He took another step forward, his body now pressing against yours, his heat and presence overwhelming.

"No. Please. You don't have to do this." You shook your head trying to plead.

Ghost's eyes flashed, his grip on your chest tightening. "Oh, I think I do. I think you need to learn a lesson in respect and discipline."

He leaned down, his mouth close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "And I know just the way to teach it to you."

His hand slid up your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat to him.

He brought his mouth closer, his balaclavas brushing against your skin, his voice a deep rumble. "This is what happens when you cross a line. You face the consequences. And I promise you, you're about to learn the consequences in a very... physical way."

Him grabbing your hair was enough. A gasp escaped your lips as you ended there. Your body went limp in his arms.

"Finally getting weak?" he taunted, his voice a low rumble. He pulled you closer, trapping you against him, his body pressed against yours.

"You don't have to do this. Ohh my god!" You whined.

He chuckled again, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Oh, I think I do. You disrespected me, insulted me in front of the team. That kind of insolence has consequences."

His mouth grazed your throat, his touch both rough and gentle, sending shivers down your spine.

Your lips parted as you gasped for breaths. You tried pushing him away. "Please. Please don't. I beg you. I am sorry. It was a mistake."

His eyes darkened, his body tensing at your plea. "You're sorry now, huh? But you didn't seem sorry when you insulted me in front of the team, in front of Price. You acted like a brat, and you need to be disciplined."

He pushed you back against the wall, his body pinning yours there, his hand still in your hair.

Your breath was in your throat, your life leaving your body.

The power, the control he had over you in that moment, sent a wave of heat through his body.

"You're scared, aren't you?" he murmured, his mouth against your ear. "Good. You should be. You should be scared of what I'm going to do to you. Because you crossed a line, and now you're going to pay the price."

"Don't you dare get your hands on me." I tried to push him.

"See now, if you had just behaved, none of this would've happened. But you just had to push your luck, didn't you? You had to go and cross that line."

He pulled your head back even further, his grip on your chin and your hair rough and firm. The pain was a constant reminder, a reminder of who was in control in that moment.

"Fuck you." You spat on his face.

Ghost's eyes went dark, his grip on your chin and hair tightening even further.

"Oh, you've got a real mouth on you, don't you?" he growled. "You're really asking for it now."

He wiped the spit from his face, his eyes flashing with anger, before he slammed you against the wall again.

He felt your nails clawing at his arms, leaving behind red streaks of blood. The pain only fueled his anger further, his body tensing against yours.

"You little wildcat," he hissed, his voice strained. "You think a few scratches are going to stop me? You've got a lot to learn, love."

He grabbed your small neck lifted you up until you were on your tiptoes, his hand firm and powerful. You struggled for breath, your coughing echoing in the small room.

He held you there for a moment, his eyes dark and intense as he watched you gasping for air. "You still going to fight me, love?" he taunted, his voice a deep rumble.

You tried stomping your feet. Whimpering and moaning to catch your breath, coughing and hitting his chest with your fists. Tears welled up your eyes on the lack of oxygen.

Your struggles and whimpering only fueled his anger, his hand around your neck tightening further.

"You're just making it worse for yourself, love," he warned, his voice a low growl. "Keep fighting me, and I'll have to get really rough."

A whimper escaped you as you gasped, nearly choking for breath. Your eyes rolled back from the lack of oxygen. Your struggle stopped. You went limp.

He held you there, your body hanging limply from his grip. He relaxed his hold on your neck slightly, allowing you to gasp in a shaky breath.

"That's better," he murmured, his voice gruff. "Now you're finally behaving."

He chuckled darkly, your head lolling back and forth in a daze. "Looks like I've broken you, love. That fire of yours is all but gone."

He pressed you against the wall, his body still pinning yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Maybe now you'll think twice before mouthing off to me again."

"What do you want?" You whined with gritted teeth.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of you pinned against the wall, weak and fragile.

"What do I want?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "Well, for starters, I want you to learn your place. I want you to understand that I'm the one in charge here, and that I won't tolerate any more of your sassy remarks."

"Please. Let me go. I understood." You pleaded.

"Oh, you 'understood', huh? Do you think a simple 'please' is going to get you out of this?"

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave. "You crossed a line, and now you have to face the consequences."

You sobbed. "Please! I promise I won't do it again."

He tightened his grip on you, his expression going cold again.

"Oh, you promise, do you? You promise you won't do it again? And what makes you think I believe a word that comes out of your mouth after you insulted me in front of the team?"

Your tiny body jolted with every sob. The straps of your gown fell with the movement, revealing your milky skin and soft mounds of your breasts.

His eyes dropped to your exposed skin, his gaze locking on the straps that had fallen down, the milky skin and the curve of your mounds. His breath hitched in his throat, heat flooding his body.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darkened, his grip on you tightening further. "Still playing the innocent card, huh?" he muttered, his voice gruff.

You remained silent. You leaned against the wall. Tears fell from your eyes as you sobbed.

He stepped closer, his body pressing against yours, his grip on you unrelenting.

"Cry all you want," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "It won't change the fact that you crossed a line, and now you have to pay the price."

"What you wanna do to me?" You asked him, voice choking with tears.

He grabbed your neck gently and pushed you to the bed. You landed on the mattress with a gasp. The straps of your gown came down more. He unbuckled his belt and with a swift motion he slid his belt out. Straddling on top of you he took your wrists and tied the belt around your wrists.

You gulped. Your fragile hands now tied.

"What are you doing?" You whined.

Ghost smirked as he tied your delicate wrists together with the belt. Your whimpers only served to fuel the fire within him.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "I'm teaching you a lesson. Remember when I said you had to pay the price for crossing the line? This is it, love. This is your punishment."

He took off his hoodie, discarding it on the floor. His mascular physique exposed. He brought your hand and let you trace his abs. A hiss escaped your lips. "God! What are you doing to me?"

Your fingers trembled as he guided them over his abs, his muscles hard and defined. A gasp slipped from your lips, your eyes roving over his exposed torso.

"What's the matter, love? Never touched a man like this before?" he teased, his voice dripping with arrogance.

His hands glided over your thighs, his touch rough against your soft skin. Your back arched at his touch, a shudder running through your body.

He grabbed the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs with a swift motion, his eyes darkening as your bare skin was exposed to him. A hiss escaped you, your body reacting to his touch.

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire. "No more smart mouth now, is there?"

He tugged at your gown, pulling it lower, exposing your body completely. His eyes roved over you, taking in every inch of your nakedness.

You bit your lip, your head falling back as a shudder ran through you. He smiled, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "So beautiful, so vulnerable. This is what you get for crossing the line, love."

He unzipped his pants, his movements rough and eager. Your gown slid up your thighs as he pulled you closer, his hands on your waist possessive.

He bent down, his lips crashing against yours in a bruising kiss, he positined himself at your entrance.

Bending your legs a little holding your arms firmly pinned against the bed he entered you slowly.

Your hands twisted in the sheets above your head, your fingers clenching the fabric as a throaty moan escaped you.

Ghost let out a low growl, his body tensing as he entered you slowly. The sound of your moan drove him wild.

"Ghost," you breathed out, his name a gasp on your lips.

He chuckled, the sound ragged and deep. "That's right, love. Say my name," he growled, his hips rocking against yours.

Awww! Ghost! Your eyes rolled back.

"That's it, love," he groaned, his breath hot against your skin. "Say my name, let me hear how much you want me."

His hips rocked against yours, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your body convulsed with pleasure as he hit just the right spot, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

He leaned in closer, his body pressing against yours, his voice a low growl. "You like that, huh? You like it when I hit the spot just right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." your words came out in a breathless moan, your body arching against his.

He chuckled at your response, his pace picking up, each thrust sending a new wave of pleasure through you. "That's it, love," he rasped, his voice hoarse. "Let me hear how much you want me."

"Oh god," you breathed out, your voice sultry and filled with need. "You feel so good, lieutenant."

Ghost's eyes darkened at the sound of your words, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice rough. "Say my name, say how good I make you feel."

"You make me feel so good lieutenant." You breathed out.

He pressed you down against the bed, his body covering yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Say it again," he demanded. "Again and again, say my name, say it until you can't speak anymore."

"Oh my God." Your voice was a breathless, high-pitched cry, the words escaping you in a desperate gasp. "Ahhh!!! F-ck!"

He chuckled, his body rocking against yours, driving you closer and closer to the brink. "That's right, love," he panted, his breath hot against your skin. "Let me hear you cry out my name."

He leaned down, his teeth nipping at your lip as he swallowed your moans, your body arching beneath him. You could feel your climax building, growing stronger with each move he made.

"Babe, I'm gonna come," you whined, your body trembling under him.

He chuckled, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. "Not yet, love," he teased, his breath hot against your skin. "You're not coming until I say so."

His lips moved to your neck, teeth nipping at the delicate skin as he picked up the pace, his body moving against yours with a fervor. Each inch of him pressed against you, your breath catching in your throat.

Your toes clenched, your body arching as you reached the peak, guttural moans and cries echoing through the room. Sensation overwhelmed you, your mind going blank as Ghost continued driving you higher and higher.

Your body went loose and limp in his arms, your climax leaving you completely spent and satisfied. He held you tightly against him, his breathing ragged and heavy.

A few moments passed in silence, the only sound in the room the mingling of your ragged breaths. Ghost held you, his hands gently tracing patterns on your bare skin.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You okay, love?" he asked, his tone laced with a hint of concern. "I didn't overdo it, did I?"

You nodded weakly, your body still thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

He started moving again, his movements slow and gentle as he began to build up the pace. He pressed his body against yours, his hands roaming over your body as if he was trying to memorise every inch of you.

He took you again, his movements slow and gentle, as if he was trying to prolong the moment. You were spent, your body still riding the waves of the previous climax, but you submitted to him completely, letting him take control of your body once more.

He was close now, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his movements were becoming more urgent, more desperate.

He held you so tight against him as he reached he released himself into you. You felt the wetness of his warm and fuzzy cum inside you.

You could hear his raggedcbreaths in your ear as he came undone.

"Is it over now? My punishment?." Your trembling voice echoed.

He chuckled against your ear, his arms still holding you tightly. "Yeah, love," he murmured, his voice gruff. "Your punishment's done for now. But remember, you cross the line again, and you'll pay the price all over again."

"With pleasure." You whispered looking at him. "Till we meet again next time."

He chuckled, his hand reaching out to grab your chin. "Oh, love," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You can count on it. You'll be seeing me again soon enough."

"And I promise. The next time you come. I will be a good girl Lieutenant." You said against his lips.

He chuckled, his lips just millimeters away from yours. "Oh, I'll make sure of it," he promised, his voice a low rumble. "You will be a good girl for me, love. Because you know the consequences if you're not."

"Choices have Consequences." You whispered.

He echoed your words, his breath hot against your lips. "That's right, love," he replied, his voice a low growl. "And you can be sure that I'll be enforcing those consequences if you step out of line."

The night was filled with passionate, heated kisses as the two of you explored each other's bodies. The tension from earlier in the day melted away, replaced by a burning need and desire for one another. They touched and caressed each other, their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure and ecstasy.