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🎐𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝟏🎐

This is the end

You had to acknowledge that England was an entirely different world from Russia. The weather was pleasant, tranquil, and serene. You hadn't seen the sun in a long time, and you enjoyed the sensation of the warm rays kissing your skin.

You were performing some stretches in the gym. It was early in the morning, precisely 0300. Your internal clock was, to put it mildly, messed up. You got 3 to 4 hours of sleep because it was still Russian military time. It didn't bother you because you were more of a night person than a morning person.

Even in the morning, Russia was usually dark; the sun rarely showed its face, and with the snow, seeing or feeling the light was a miracle. You chose to get on the treadmill after you finished stretching. You were dressed in leggings and a baggy blouse with a sports bra underneath. You enjoyed running while listening to music; it was a relaxing way to start the day or go about your daily routine.

Hold your breath and count to ten

Sweat began to accumulate on your face and roll onto the floor as you ran. You had ditched your large shirt at some point since it was sticking to your skin and made it difficult for you to run. You were panting, taking long breaths in and out to ensure you had enough air in your lungs and didn't collapse on the floor. not wanting to choke like a fish out of water, desperately trying to survive.

You scooped up your water bottle off the ground as you came to a halt on the treadmill. You eagerly, greedily embraced the chilly liquid that spilled into your mouth; it was as pleasant as a piece of ice. You chewed it and exhaled a blissful sigh. Your muscles praised you for the rest of the misery and pain of running.

You were too caught up in your own world to notice. The dark figure stands in the gym doorway with its arms folded. Their eyes followed your movements while you ran on the treadmill. Their gaze never leaves your ass for long. They watched as your throat bobbed up and down, avidly consuming as much water as it could without choking.

Feel the earth move and then

Ghost was strolling to the far end of the base, his workout bag strapped over his shoulder. His face is still covered by a balaclava. It was 0400, which was an ideal time for him to do some exercise. And what better location than the gym at the distant end of the building, where no one except himself and König goes.

It was serene and deserted, and most importantly, he didn't have to interact with other people. It was too exhausting to engage with anybody other than his crew, much like he preferred to train. So, when he noticed the door ajar and the lights turned on, he assumed König had gotten an early start. But he was oh so mistaken.

He watched you and watched you as if you (your body) were placing him in a spell from which he couldn't look away. He wouldn't dare to turn his gaze away… He observed your lips pulling away from your bottle. You hadn't noticed him yet. Oh, you have your headphones on as you take a seat next to your bag. That's why you didn't hear him approach or open the door.

Hear my heart burst again

Ghost entered the gym, taking measured steps to the weights. That's when you notice him; his towering form walks into the gym, and your gaze follows him. Your mouth damped as you notice him wearing a huge loose tank top and long jean shorts. You notice the tattoos on his forearm as you glance at his arm. He appeared to be a nicely crafted sculpture with delicate hands. To be kissed by the breath of life in order to completely realize his true masterpiece.

You remove your headphones and place them on your neck, your eyes discreetly following his movements. You watch as he places his bag on the floor and lies down to lift the weights. You rise from your seat and watch as his muscles change up, down, and back again. He did look sexy without his gear, but with or without it, he looks phenomenal.

When you hear the sound of metal contacting metal, you are drawn away marbling and intrusive thoughts. Your gaze meets Ghost's, sweat on his face making his form shine in the light. Had you actually been staring at him for so long that you didn't see the sweat forming? You both exchange a brief glance before he lifts his pointer and middle finger, motioning you over to him.

For this is the end

He was attractive, a honey-sweet trap that drew you in before corrupted you till you broke. With each stride, you could feel your heart pounding like a drum in your rib cage. His void-like glare followed you as you stopped in front of him. Even while you were standing, he made you feel smaller.

He stepped up from his seat, towering over you. Making you aware of his evident sheer strong power, which he could use to smash, crush, and rip you apart if he so desired. He gazed down at you before speaking to you with his deep and forceful voice. "Rusalka, what are your plans?" His eyes narrowed as he inquired.

You couldn't stop the smile from spreading over your face; he wasn't asking gently. He was demanding, commanding, and ordering you. But you weren't afraid in the least. It was exciting, causing every nerve in your body to tremble. Because you were never normal to begin with, your answer was nothing like the working mind of a regular human.

I've drowned and dreamt this moment

"And what would you know?" The little subtle indications of frenzied pleasure you were experiencing from the whole encounter were threatening to crawl no, scratch, and rise to the surface like an exploding volcano, you questioned coolly. "Don't play games with me." He threatened, his hand reaching out to grab your jaw.

Your thoughts quickly return to the moment he pummeled you like a mad beast. As if you were no longer a regular human but his special, live, breathing fleshlight. You blushed simply thinking about your starved, shameful thoughts. You kissed his hand, which was still firm and tight, focusing your entire face, body, and soul on him and him alone.

"I just work here now, nothing more, nothing less. "Would you like another round?" You ask him softly, like the sickeningly delicious aroma of a carnivore's flower, luring its victim near enough for its petals to wrap around its struggling body and snuff out its dying breath. "Looks like we'll have to continue this later," an alarm wailed, breaking the tension between the two. You then grabbed up your belongings and departed.

So overdue, I owe them

You left him yearning for your now-fleeting and vanishing touch under his fingertips. You were addictive, something he couldn't stop thinking about. He was alone with his thoughts, a tent constantly rising on his trousers as he imagined your expression. His palm clenched and his body shook slightly. "Fucking hell…" was all that came out of his racing, frantic frame. You were going to be the end of him, and he was relishing every minute of it.

It was 04:30, and your body felt sticky and unclean from the sweat that had accumulated on your body after exercising; you couldn't wait to wash and lay down for some much-needed rest. You walked into your room and went about your morning routine, having a lengthy warm shower. You exhaled a sigh of relief as you felt the tension and anguish leave your body.

Swept away, I'm stolen

You emerged from the shower feeling well taken care of. As you dried your hair with a towel, a towel wrapped securely about your torso. Walking up to your outfit, which was neatly laid on top of your bed, you hummed to yourself.

You were sitting on your bed, gripping your pants. Getting in one leg at a time to avoid jumping like a rabbit and hopping one leg in and then the other. You throw your shirt over your head, tucking it in and trying to seem acceptable. You put on your combat boots and knotted the laces, stomping each foot to ensure they were securely fastened.

You stepped out of the room with a spring in your step, making your way to the training gym. The training activity was announced by Captain Price. You were overjoyed to see what was in store for you. You walked inside the gym and noticed that everyone was there. They appear to be waiting for you to come before beginning the instruction.

Let the sky fall

" раае, was I late?" [Sorry]As you approached Price, you spoke professionally and respectfully. "Not at all." Price grinned and motioned you to stand next to the soap. "We participate in hand-to-hand combat training." He talked from the center of the room, gazing around at your expressions. You could feel the thrill in your bloodstream as you awaited the start of the fight.

Soap gazed down at you, a grin on his lips as he saw your joy radiate from you. He leaned up close and asked, "What are you getting on, lass?" He grinned as your eyes met his, and you smiled back, a giggle escaping into the room. "ні на штo." [Oh, nothing]

Nothing was a lie. Your bones, nerves, and body hurt from having had so much release in the form of sheer devastation. Ghost and König stood there, envy tearing at them, scorching them with the nasty need to have just them, only they could hear your song-like affection of laughing. Why are you being so obstinate when you were theirs?

When it crumbles

Price had finished talking and was now assigning everyone a sparring partner. Gaz and Price, then König and Ghost, and then Soap and you. Soap stepped out to sit by a wall as Price and Gaz began their match. You took note of him and followed him. You just had one thought, and that was to apologize.

You hadn't apologized to him for shooting his leg, and you hadn't explained why. He laughed, and it was contagious, urging you to chuckle as well. He wasn't upset. He was aware that it was part of your job. He was merely relieved that you didn't kill him.

"Rusalka, soap. Are you ready?" Gaz called out to you both, and Soap sprang up from his seat. You uncross your arms and move away from the wall, meeting Saop in the center. Your left leg moved slightly behind you, but your right leg remained securely planted on the ground. Your right arm should be in front of your face, and your other arm should be at your side.

We will stand tall

You watched with bated breath as Soap did not do the same. "I'm not going to take it easy on you, lass." He talked while still keeping an eye on you. "I wouldn't dream of it." You made the first move as you smiled. You let your body flow like water, the sluggish river heading in one direction before revealing the whirlpool. Waiting for its victim to sink.

Moving as if you were about to deliver a left uppercut, only to alter it as his body language shifted to protect his left. Your right fist made contact with his cheek before he realized what you were doing. You returned to your old posture, studying as his mind digested what had just happened.

Soap instantly recovered, gently flexing his jaw. His body moved with deliberate steps from defense to attack as his leg lifted and aimed to contact with your stomach. You captured it, and it quickly let go. You were looking for a specific opportunity.

Face it all together

When it came to hand-to-hand combat, you liked to put your mind and body in the embodiment of a snake. Soap throws a punch at you, and his right arm extends to you. Planting your feet, you graded his arm, and your leg swept him, making him fall. His elbow catches his fall, his arm still in your hold. You slid your right leg over his shoulder as he tried to stand up.

You had him in a triangle choke grip. Even though their grip is firm, a snake should never underestimate their opponent. Soap's knee was firmly planted on the ground, your legs wrapped around his neck, and your right hand was securely placed on your chest. He was standing up, and you were increasing your grip on his neck and grabbed his leg.

Swaying his body mass, he lay flat on his back. You leaned back, stretching his right completely completely against your body. The more he tried to struggle, the more you python against him, no matter how big the prey is as soon as the anaconda has its body wrapped around you it's over.

It's just a matter of time before they suffocate you, till the last thing you see and feel is their chilly body wrapped over you. Constructing you till their jaws can totally eat you until nothing remains. Victory belongs to those who declare failure belongs to the shattered and fallen.

Let the sky fall

141 stood there watching the spectacle unfold in front of them. The snake choking the defending hound who didn't know any better was like something out of a nature documentary. Soap patted your thigh twice before you let him go, asking if he was okay. He slimed shamefully and nodded affirmatively; Soap knew from then on not to anger you.

It was a sight to behold, but like with all enthralling spectacles, it had to come to an end. Ghost and König were standing up now, wanting to be the ones constrained by you. To be enticed by your thighs till the borders between imagination and reality blurred into one.

You are aware. You have no clue how much you instilled in their thoughts, slowly corrupting them from the recesses of their already deteriorating, confused minds that can only think of one thing and one thing alone YOU. Oh, how they intended to shatter you and wreck your body and spirit. Until you can think of nothing but THEM since you are theirs.

When it crumbles

Price's voice drew your attention: "Ghost, König, are you ready?" He asked calmly. Both guys nodded in acknowledgment, and there was a brief period of silence before they began to spar. It was fascinating to see Ghost unleash a punch. You couldn't take your eyes off them, as if you were watching a cage battle between two ferocious creatures.

The battle concluded when König struck Ghost in the jaw while also giving him a bloody nose. A drop of blood trickled down, leaving a pattern on the balaclava's white paint. Price inquired about Ghost's well-being, and was met with a grunt and a nod.

König apologized to the masked nan. With him, you couldn't judge a book by its cover. He was a massive man, yet to you, he was a large puppy. As soon as the training was finished, Price dismissed everyone. Everyone was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. While you spoke with Price, the lads went to change. He also asked you a few questions, to which you willingly replied.

We will stand tall

After a few minutes of discussion with the price, you strolled to the changing room while singing a Russian lullaby. You grip the door and swing it open, allowing access to the chamber. You were greeted with an interesting sight. You thought the males were done changing but you were so wrong. You watched as the Ghost, König, and Soap had their shirts off. Ghost was unbuttoning his pants, König was putting his pants on, and soap had his shirt slung over his shoulder.

Your gaze swept over König and Ghost's bodies, seeing the scars on Ghost's chest and side; König had a pretty substantial scar on his side that ran down to his hip. The image in front of you was racing through your head like a hamster wheel. The guys' brains were working overtime. "Прабачцe" [Excuse me] you said with a straight face, closed the door, and departed with your face getting as red as a tomato and as hot as the sun.

Soap was the first to come out of his stupor, having noticed it just in time. He dashed to the door and yanked it open. " Rusalka-" he turned right and left, but you were gone like the wind, nowhere to be seen by the three guys you had left standing in the changing room by your surprise arrival. Everyone hastily changed and exited the room. You returned 5 minutes later. You decided to change and continue about your day because the coast was clear.

Face it all together

You spent the remainder of the day drowning in the dreadful thing known as paperwork. You truly contributed to a burning home and a group of people turning it into a Bond fire while sipping vodka like it was water. You were thinking aimlessly about a drink at this point.

It was 1700 by the time you peered up at the clock like a frantic adolescent in the final lesson of the day, waiting for the bell to release them until the cycle began again the next day. You hear a knock on your door and say, "Come in." You summoned the guy on the other side of the door. Gaz entered with a smile on his face. You weren't sure if he possessed orange cat or golden retriever enthusiasm; it might be both.

"Would you like to join us for drinks?" He asked, a bright smile on his face. Gaz was too bright for your eyes to look at if you wanted to stare at the sun. "Time?" you said, turning away from him and back to your paperwork. "We'll meet at the front of the base at 1900." You in?" he said, optimistic, staring down at you. "тaк, why not?" [Yes]You smiled as you glanced up at him. Maybe you can drink your troubles away and make yourself dumb fuck silly with a bottle or three, right?

At sky fall

You were finished with your papers by the time the clock struck 1900, head down, forehead on the table. You were groaning like a zombie, your back hurt, and you were suffering from a witched headache. Why, why did the military force you to labor so hard?! You despised paperwork, and a knock interrupted your thoughts. The individual entered via the open door. "What are you doing, lass?" you said as you lifted your head to see Soap. "You appear to be dead." Soap giggled as you raised yourself up and stretched your back, smiling as you heard the pleasurable pops.

"He might as well be dead." You approached him, stepping around your desk. Soap reached out his arms to greet you. You puzzledly stared at him, turning your head to the right, ah, Hug. You liked Soap. He remembers that until you're comfy or feel like it, you're not an affected person. You hugged him briefly before pulling away, saying, "I need a shot." Soap hot on your toe, you remarked as you tapped his shoulder and walked out of the room.

Price welcomed you, Gaz waved, and the two enormous shadows nodded as you approached the front of the fortress. " Okay, when can I drink?" You closed your eyes and grinned, arms held out. Long live the Russian liver, to be a reformed alcoholic! Soap was the designated driver when you entered the car. You virtually jump to the bartender when you arrive. "Can I please have a bottle of vodka?" You informed her.

At sky fall

You kissed your bottle before opening it after much admiration from the bartender and some assistance from Price, like a kid in a candy store. You exhale a sigh of relief as you take a sip directly from the bottle. Everyone looked at you as though you were insane, but oh well, drink. Ghost wasn't drinking much, but he still had a drink around, könig. You could tell he hadn't picked up on anything.

Soap eventually decided to challenge you to a drinking contest, which you eagerly accepted. Gaz and Price joined in, and the winner was the last one remaining. You took your bottle, Price took his glass of Whiskey, and Gaz and Soap took their beers. The remainder of the crew stood by, unwilling to join in on the drinking fun.

You have no idea what time it is? What's your name, and where are you? Soap had his head down on the table, Price appeared to be able to fly with the wind, and Gaz, well, I don't know. If you were the last one remaining, how many bottles did you have in three, four, or five? When they glanced up to take you to the car, Ghost woke up soap while he was helping Price up, König was helping Gaz off the floor, and when they looked up to take you to the car: Where the fuck are you?

Skyfall is where we start

Soap stumbled out of the bar, and by the way, he was trying to walk, you could assume he could hear and taste colors. That's how plastered he was. Ghost and König put everyone in the car and started to look for your drunken ass. It wasn't long before they found you. You were behind the bar crouched and seemingly talking gibberish in Russian.

You abruptly stood up, holding the biggest raccoon they had ever seen in their lives. You were cuddling it in your arms, and the fact it was just chilling like it was a normal day. König slowly approached you," Liebe, put the raccoon down." "не, мой, гэты таварыш Іван." [No, mine, this comrade Ivan.] Holding him closer to you, you looked like you might bite if they took him from you.

After 10 minutes of a standoff with a drunk woman, two confused men and a chill I don't give a fuck raccoon. Finally, they ended up convincing you, and you put comrade Ivan down. The raccoon was confused and started following you, and you just wanted to take him home, but you had to go back to the base.

A thousand miles and poles apart

You don't remember how you got home. You just remember waking up with a wicked headache and the will to die, not live, just outright end it. You groggily got out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You start to strip and enter the shower, turning the water to a warm rainfall. You heard some sound -tink tack - then *pop*, you started laughing before letting out the loudest "БЛЯТ " [ FUCK]. Soap was the first to run into your room, seeing was believing and what he was seeing was downright vile. But still, it was a little funny.

Your room was utterly drowned, and water was everywhere coming out of the wall! Your clothes and things were floating on the floor. You opened your bathroom door, and water just spilled out like the Niagara Falls. A towel wrapped around your body and hair covering your face, if Soap had to describe you in two words, it would: The Ring. You absolutely looked like you came from a horror movie. You blew your hair out of your face. With the most annoyed look on your face.

You raised a finger and said, as calmly as you could, "Not a single word or I will make you play Russian roulette With a full fucking chamber, Got it." Your accent added to the eerie and scary tone. Price and the rest of the staff stood by while your room was transformed into an aquarium, with the only thing missing being the fish. "Captain, I would like to borrow some clothes." You inquired about a fresh pair of clothes. You were more irritated than anything else. After what seemed like an eternity, someone came up to you with a change of clothes, thanking them, and just walking away to the nearest changing room. Because fuck it, you've had other issues in life, but this isn't even one of 99.

Where worlds collide and days are dark

After taking a well-needed shower and changing into new clothes, you began to go on about your day. Training and paperwork Aka death by words and numbers, eating and mindlessly walking around the base feeling the warn briss of the sun on your skin. You would be seen eating outside or on the odd occasion sleeping under a tree you found. You really enjoyed the warm weather. As you were on one of your usual mindless walls around the base, a recruit came up running towards you.

You lifted up a brow, wondering what the urgency of him was coming to you. You had heard here and there that most were scared of you. You didn't really have the friendliest of faces, always looking mad and rarely speaking unless you needed or were asked something. So seeing a recruit willingly come seek you was, surprising to say the least. Either he was brave or stupid, or he was under orders, you guessed the latter.

The soldier straightened and stood at an attending position. "Speak." Your voice was flat and monotone as you stared into his soul, not blinking your eyes in the slightest. " Ma'am! Captain Price wishes to talk to you, Ma'am." He said calmly, just as he was trained to do. " Ateas, alright." You quietly thanked him before going on your way to Price's office. Wondering what he would want, scold you for running away from work, or actually teaching Soap how to play Russian roulette. Many possibilities, many questions, and a few answers.

You may have my number

When you arrived at Price's office, you raised a hand up and knocked on the door, waiting to get an affirmative response from the other side. "Come in," you heard from the room, you graded the door handle and opened the door. Seeing Price sitting in his chair, holding a pen, and writing on some paper. A cigar in his mouth, his gaze lifted from the paperwork to your figure standing in the doorway.

" Rusalka, you're here." You give him a firm nod. He extended his hand to his side, signaling you a chair at the corner. You walked over to it and sat down with one leg crossed over the other, sitting there quietly and calculated. " I wanted to talk to you about what happened this morning." Price spoke, putting down his paperwork leaning back on his chair, and holding his hands together.

" The pipes from your bathroom exploded and dusted some pipes along your room. It will take a few days to fix them," Price explained, while you listened intently. A very important thought crossed your mind as Price talked, " What will my accommodations be?" You asked him. "About that, there are no other rooms prepared for anyone to live in. Unfortunately, since you can't go back to your room, you're going to have to share a room with someone." Price spoke calmly and professionally. " With whom?" You asked him, leaning forward on your seat. " Either König or Ghost, since they're the closest to your room."

Your face became adorned with a small settled smile " Гэта будзе весела, Alright. " [This will be fun] you wondered how they would react to this arrangement.

You can take my name

König and Ghost were called to a meeting with Price regarding an important discussion. They wondered what it could have been, but neither the less they walked to Price's office. They arrived at the office door, Ghost knocked on the door and walked in König right behind him. "What did you want to talk about?" Ghost spoke to Price. " Rusalka is going to be sharing a room with either of you. You can choose who rooms with her." Price finally answered, Ghost was moving with a stern face while König was a complete mess under his mask. They were both going down an internal spiral that was quickly spreading like wildfire the more time passed.

Unbeknownst to Price, he had just given Ghost and König a chance for revenge. No more side glances from you, subtle winks, and sexual gestures that left them flustered, with you just turning around and pretending to be innocent. Like you weren't tempting them, feeding onto their lust for you. Watch your steps. They will be counted and monitored until you enter into the lion's den. Price dismissed them both, and they walked out of the room. They shared a small glance, and from then on, a plan was formed. A bird can fly if their wings are slowly cut until one day it just can't fly anymore and has to depend on others.

You went on about your day with no idea of what this whole arrangement was going to bring for you. König was searching like a lost puppy, walking up and down the stairs, which got him weird looks. You weren't there, and he doesn't like it. It was only in the afternoon when he stumbled upon your sleeping body in the 'lounge' room, right there on the couch, with your legs tugged against your body and your hair falling across your face. You looked so peaceful, so easy to break.

But you'll never have my heart

His mind ran to the darkest place he could think of, how he would tie your hands with his belt and fuck into you until you can't live without his dick in you. How he wished he could bend you over the table and take you right there, not caring if someone saw you. Fuck you doggy style his hands holding yours back as he pounded your face into the floor, he wondered what face you would make. Would your tongue be out of your mouth and you're slightly drooling, or would your eyes roll onto your skull and you mumbling nonsense.

König quickly shook his head and stood up to leave, not acknowledging the obvious growing tent in his pants. What were you doing to him? Just the idea of you has him frustrated. The image of you has him struggling, his so glad that the military had drilled self-control into him. If it weren't for that, he would have had his way with you. He couldn't help wondering if this was the same effect you had on Ghost.

It was 2000 hours, and you still had to figure out two important things. 1. Who's the room you were sleeping in 2. Clothes, you didn't have any night clothes. As you walked down the hallway, you spotted the shadowy shape of someone leaning against the wall. But to your disappointment, you couldn't make out who it was since the lights were too dim for you to tell. It wasn't until you were face to face with them that you could tell who it was, Ghost.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

In a deep, voice at made his British accent intoxicating he spoke, " Took you long enough." You tilted your head to the side, letting out a confused." Huh." Wondering what he was going on about."You're sleeping in my room tonight." He spoke, walking away and towards his room with you following behind him. When he arrived at his room door, he opened it and gestured for you to come in, and you gladly did so.

His room looked like no one lived in it, plain and empty. It was spotless and meticulous. You walked up to the edge of his bed and took a seat in it. You watched as he walked around his room, seemingly looking for something. He handed you a pile of clothes. You looked at him, puzzled, and took them from him, and began to unfold them. It was a large shirt and a pair of shorts, Ghost began to undress taking his shirt off.

You watched his body with the eyes of a predator. You stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, taking a look around before stripping and getting into the shower. Taking a warm bath before putting on the clothes given to you, you let out a small string of giggles. It's probably sounding like a crazy person, but let's be honest, you were not wearing a shirt but a dress. Pants, nah, those shits as big as your torso. Do they fit? not unless you want to be tied like a bag.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

You watched as Ghost wore a loose tank top and the same shorts he had given you. He turned to look at you, seeing how much bigger the shirt was on you. You had the shorts he gave you in your hands and handed them to him. " Here," you spoke to him. "...." he didn't respond. I just stared at you for a moment. "They're big. If I tie them, they still fall. The shirt is big enough." That was your only answer to him. " So where am I gonna sleep with you or the floor?" You ask them in a flirtatious way. You heard the most sinful sound you had the pleasure to be blessed with, his laughter to be precise he chuckled at your question. You could die in peace for all you cared.

“ You can take the left side of the bed, I’ll take the right side.” Ghost sighs, walking over to his closet and opening it. He pulled out an extra pillow and threw it over to you while he held a blanket on his arm. Ghost approached you, towering over you “No funny business, Rusalka” This was more a statement than a warning, “Alright.” Yeah, that's a lie. You had easy and unadulterated access to his body. You wondered how much it would take until he finally broke. Ghost turned the lights off, and you crawled into the left side of the bed, laying your head down on the pillow.

When Ghost got on his side of the bed, his back was toward you. Blanket covering his torso, balaclava never leaving his face. Waiting until he was asleep to take action, you raised your head and turned it, watching as Ghost's chest rose and fell. You slid over towards Ghost and stabled his waist, pinning his hands above his head. You lowered to his level and began kissing his neck, his jaw, and so on. Sealing the deal by grinding your hips against him, you were enjoying every single moment of it.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Kissing messy passionate kisses all over his body, like you were admiring a beautifully crafted statue made by the gods. Your lips kissed his through the balaclava, lifting your gaze to meet cold demanding ones. It was exhilarating, sending a lust-filled shiver down your body. " What did I say." His deep voice warmed you. " Oops, I forgot." You playfully tease him, thrusting your hips faster a dreamy look on your face. Your body felt so hot, your mind became foggy, and your senses were full of nothing but chasing your high.

Ghost took in your flustered look and parted lips. He thrust his hips to meet yours, getting a moan out of you. He took the opportunity to flip you on your back, holding your hands in his. Your core throb, aching for the missing friction Ghost lead over you reaching for something. His hand made contact with his belt. You felt the rough material of the belt firmly wrap around both of your wrists, making sure your hands would stay bound. " Now we're playing by my rules." Ghost spoke, his hands roaming over your body that was hidden behind his shirt. His touch was like lightning, gentle jet rough his finger flicked your nipple.

The hand that began roaming your body soon lower until it was at your lower half, he grabbed the lower end of the shirt and roughly lifted it up, examining your body with hungry eyes. Oh, would you look at that you weren't wearing any underwear? His eyes rose up to meet yours, and he lifted the shirt up to your mouth. " Bite." He ordered. You opened your mouth and a bit on the material, with his hands free. Ghost began to fold your breast with one hand while the other touched your core. His thumb circled your clit, and your body desired more and more.

Face it all together

He pumped his fingers into you, and your mouth long discarded the shirt. Your mouth hung open with silent moans as your tongue hung out. Ghost lifted his balaclava, exposing his lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth and sealed your lips with yours. Kissing you deeply and passionately, his tongue felt heavenly against yours, so smooth and soft. You were starting to feel warm as if you were drunk. You were running out of breath, trying to shuffle away and push away the man, kissing your breath away. But the more you struggle, the more his tongue slips and buries deeper into your throat. Your eyes were blurry, mind dizzy, and you felt as if you were going to slip into unconsciousness.

Ghost let go of your lips with a satisfied sigh before he lowered himself to your cunt. Nuzzling his face between your thighs, he gave your clit a kiss. Slipping his tongue through your folds, brushing past your clit before he began sucking on your mound. Sliping his warm tongue inside you and gently working you open, wiggling his tongue from your wall to wall. Melting you from the inside out, his touch pleasured you mentally and physically in so many ways.

You couldn't help but buck against and softly but eagerly thrust your hips against Ghost's mouth, and there was a pleasant sweet taste on his tongue. He was eating you out, not stopping. It was almost hypnotic. Mesmerizing. He began to wriggle his tongue wildly in you, pressing the tip as far as it could. The way the flat of his tongue rubbed against your clit from underneath you was driving you mad. Bucking up against his mouth and clenching around him.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

All the stimulation had you becoming a moaning and winning mess, your body not handling so much pleasure stimulating you all at once. Your orgasm was growing near, and you both knew it. He could feel it in the sporadic ways your hips twitched and the way you were trembling and shuddering under his grasp. All he had to do was push you over the edge until your limit broke. Pressing his tongue harder at the roof of your pussy, he started rubbing against you harder, quickly trying to work you over the edge so you could be loose enough for his seed to properly breed you.

He was right in his assistant. It didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to split. You trembled and twitched as you came undone under him, lapsing his tongue over your juices. Right now, your only purpose was to be bred. To fuck and take his seed you so want, so he will give it to you. He went down to your cunt and his cock was buried into you. It was big as you remembered it and incredibly think, opening you deliciously. You felt so good, your walls pulsed around him, you were well prepared and Ghost was already fucking you hungrily and with much passion. He wasn't going to bother to be gentle or slow with you.

He was going to breed you, break you, and never let you forget that you were his to claim in this moment and this moment only. His hands held your hips with a tight and firm grasp, thrusting into you, skin slapping against your skin. Sweaty bodies mix with each other in a passionate dance of lust and pleasure. His dick hit every spot that made you feel on fire, sending your mind into overdrive. Melodies of your moans and groans fill the air as if it were an orchestra. Your walls twitch and flutter around him, constricting him greedily. You felt as his dick fluttered and twitched inside you.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

He passionately reclaimed your lips. Your mind was swirling, short breaking from the pleasure you were experiencing. You couldn't think straight anymore. As he released your lips, you moaned out to him. " F-fuck, please....fill me up." His hips quickened, slamming into your cervix over and over again, making your eyes roll and unfocus with unshed tears. Until with one hard thrust, his seed filled you with rope after rope of his seed. Your body spasms under him, your own orgasm running through you in shockwave.

Ghost unties your hands from their restraints and gently hold them in his, giving your wrists a gentle kiss. Before covering both your bodies with his blanket, your eyes felt heavy as the high and satisfaction settled. You fell asleep in his arms, face gently resting on his chest as his head rested on tip of yours. He gave the crown of your head a kiss and closed his eyes. It was the most peaceful night's sleep Ghost had in a while.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

You woke up early in the morning, around 0500. When you tried to stand up, you found that you were held in a strong embrace. A moan slipped out of your lips as you were still sensitive from last night's escapades. Ghost felt you stir awake as you tried to get out of bed. He buckled his hips, softly thrusting into you. "Mornin'" his voice was even lower as it entranced, thank god for morning voice. "Morning,каханне." [Love] Ghost pulled out of you, and you felt cum started slowly trickling down your inner thigh.

Ghost helped you into the shower, his hands were soft as they cleaned your body. It was comforting to have someone taking care of you once in a while. Ghost had finished putting on his shirt. You had just finished putting your boats on. You walked up to Ghost standing on your tippytoes while pulling on his arm, Ghost stared at you, but neither the less did as you were instructing. When Ghost was at the right height for you, you gave him a quick but sweet kiss on the lips before walking towards the door. Ghost could only stare at your silhouette as you walked away, his mind going blank with only thoughts of you. What were you doing to his mind, from the start you were never his. It was that he belonged to you.

" Did hell freeze over? Why are you so happy, Rusalka." You head from behind you, and you turn to meet Soap. "It might just have." You answered to him with a small smile, Soap was just glad you weren't mad about what happened to your room. You walked to the mess hall, finding Gaz with a cup of tea. The mug had the words " You're not my dad!!" König had he had turned to you, and you could smell the aroma of coffee in the air. You decided to get one of your usual drinks as you sat down on the couch. It was a nice and cozy atmosphere. Expect for when Soap would say horrible jokes, even worse than your humor.

Face it all together

König and Ghost were following around. It was you had a cat and puppy at your feet. It was honestly cute. You would catch Königs fleeting eyes. His gaze would hold longing another emotion mixed into them, sending him small and almost unnoticeable smiles or kisses. You could tell his mind was swirling, threatening to spill into lust. It was like a rush of desire, his pulse quickened, his hands clenched as he felt himself getting turned on. Rusalka was like a guilty pleasure, an intoxicating burn she lit in him. God, how he wanted to get on his knees and worship your body, like the art you were.

You were in the gym, with Ghost and König. Ghost was your sparing partner, while König was doing some weightlifting. Ghost was teaching you how to get out of a bear hug, and he lifted you off the floor. You couldn't move your hands as his hug restricted most of your movements. Your face was pressed on his chest, " Come on, Rusalka. Fight me off." He said, tightening his hold on you. You arched your back against his arms and lifted your legs, circling his hips with them. Your arms slipped out as you stretched his arms a little, finally raising your right hand and punching him in the face. The punch caught him off guard for a second before you headbutted him. Prompting him to let go of you and take the opportunity to tackle him and straddle his waist.

König watched the scene with envy. He was jealous that he wasn't the one to hold you. He was desperate to share soothing jet intimate touches with you. He was green from watching the scene. You were caressing his face, leaning toward Ghost and kissing him. König cleared his throat, already at his breaking point, watching you both melting into each other. "You did that on purpose." Ghost spoke, holding your waist, and he stood up. Helping you up with his hand. " A little, his cute." You smiled up at Ghost.

At sky fall

You walked to where könig was sitting at. You weren't as mean as to not give your puppy a treat before he threw a tantrum. Your hand cupped his face, watching him melt under your touch. You sat on his thigh, a sinful smile playing on your lips as you noticed the tent in his pants. Your hand slipped into his shorts, stroking his clothed erection. Taking his cock out and in the open, caressing him up and down stimulating his tip. König threw his head back, sucking a breath in. Soft and sweet moans passed his lips, and how you relished in it.

Ghost watched, with a sense of envy. He walked over to you both and graded your face, mask already exposing his lips as he kissed you. You never thought, even in your wildest dream, that you would be doing such wild things in a gym. stroking König while Ghost began to stoke your chest, pinching and pulling at your nipple. ripping moans from you as your head fell onto König's shoulder, as you still firmly stock König quickening your motions. Your thumb pressed on his tip as pearls after pearls spilled out, " Faster, Liebe." König begged. You gladly did as you were told, König graded your chin with his free hand guiding you into a kiss.

It wasn't before long when you felt König's cock twitch and realize into your hand. Ghost retracted his hand away from your clearly erect nipple, a whine was quick to echo across the room. You looked towards König with pleading eyes, " Sorry, Liebe." König denied your plea as he took a towel and cleaned both you and himself. " It's payback for last night." Ghost Calmy teased you, while König walked beside him. Leaving you flustered and pent up on the machine. "Мудаки" [Assholes] you told them. " English, Rusalka." Ghost commanded firmly. " I said Assholes."

(Let the sky fall)

That very day you went on to find Soap, finding him in the mess hall drinking a cup of tea and eating a sandwich. You walked up to him and asked him, " Can I roommate with you tonight?" Soap took a bite of his sandwich before nodding his head," Sure lass." You gave him a big hug, " thank you." The day went on fairly normally, death by paperwork, more training and Price had informed the team of an upcoming mission. Was it petty? yes. The night arrived and you walked towards Soaps room. When you enter the room, Soap is a sweetheart, he made you your own bed on the floor along with some clothes.

You graded the clothes and made your way to the bathroom, quickly getting ready. surprisingly the shorts fit you just fine, They were still big but they worked. You thanked Soap again and went to the bed that was so kindly made for you. " Good night, Soap." You spoke as sleep slowly washed over you, before you fully fell asleep you heard a faint ' Night lass.' The next morning you woke up with an early start, getting ready for the day. Getting your uniform on and ready, you looked over to Soap, watching as he snored and drooled over the pillow. You walked over to Soap's sleeping body and smiled grading the blanket and pulling it along with his body. He fell like a sack of potatoes, waking up with a startled groan. " Up and ready," you spoke as he rubbed his ass and grumbled.

(When it crumbles)

You walked into the briefing room with Soap behind you. " Good morning, Каждый. [ Everyone] You said with a wave. From the corner of your eyes, you watched how both Konig and Ghost stared you down. You gave them a smirk, you knew what you were doing and so did them. In a twisted way, you were getting a sense of pleasure from it. " Alright, everyone's here." Price spoke, taking a drag from his cigar, taking the paperwork from his side, and spreading it out. The mission would take place in your motherland. It was about a case of human trafficking.

You looked at the map of the area, it was a remote area away from the city. The front was a casino and a famous one at that, you hear many people talking about it. The many wealthy and famous people would talk and talk about how beautiful it was. In your opinion, betting your life as well as your life saving wasn't really your cup of tea. So all this time it was a human trafficking ring, who would have guessed? You were pulled from your thoughts by Price.

(We will stand tall)

" Rusalka, we're going to need you to go undercover." Price spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked over at him with a blank face " Be myself and not get caught, alright." Price smiled, and nodded his head in agreement. As the details were explained, you once again let your mind wander. Bringing your mind back to reality to ask one question, " Who will be my partner?" getting the attention of everyone in the room, as you voiced a single question. " Ghost." Was the answer you received.

Sadly as you were going undercover as the famous daughter of a company owner, the sad part was that you couldn't have your gear with you making you feel somewhat naked. But on the bright side, you got you could use your normal resting bitch face and simply not give a fuck. Just the idea had you crackling like a Disney villain, you were going to channel your inner Cruella de Vil. Price looked at you with worry, thinking that it was a bad idea.

(Let the sky fall)

As you landed in Russia, you went to a safe house where all the supplies. you view the gear that was placed on the tables, As you walk by you spot a beautiful dagger, it looks almost out of place with its vintage design. While the Gaz, Soap, Price, and Konig started to gear up you and Ghost walked into the back. You each had your dressing room, and entering yours you saw the many clothes they had bought for the occasion. They even bought full kits of makeup.

You decided to look for an outfit that fit the theme of the casino's monthly invitation to the people, and this month was: Elegant and Classy. You searched and searched through the sea of clothes until you landed on a breathtaking red dress. You matched them with red heels, and you looked for a coat and a hat before doing your makeup. You had to make sure you looked the part, where you looked like one wrong word and the next day they would be missing.

(When it crumbles)

By the time you were done and ready you looked in the mirror. You surprised yourself with your skills, you really weren't that good with makeup but god. The way you looked right now you would ask yourself on a date. You wore a Burgundy Sequins Patchwork slit fold strapless dress, dark red pump high heels, a vintage pearl choker, and teardrop red diamond earrings. Your smokey eye make up along with your red lips made you look like a siren trying to lower you to your death. Your hair was loose from its usual style of a braided bun.

The more you looked, the more you thought you were missing something until you saw a pair of red gloves on top of the table. You put them on and smiled Perfect. Grading your coat and purse, you made your way out of the room. The dress hugged you perfectly in every way, making you feel calm and powerful. As you arrived in the front of everyone the clicking your heels alerted then to your presence. You watched as everyone turned towards you. You made eye contact with Ghost? If was the first time you had seen anything other than his eyes.

(We will stand tall)

Ghost had a beautiful mop of blond hair, his eyes still piercing through your soul. He was wearing a different mask that covered from his nose to the rest of his face. He wore an all-black suit, and he looked more stunning than ever, he was almost giving you whiplash from just existing at every moment. " You look good, Rualka." Price spoke, handing you an invitation envelope. " Thank you, captain." You told him while taking the card and opening it. Ivana Romanowski, it read. You carefully put the invitation in your purse as you made your way to the weapons on the table.

Stopping and picking up the dagger you had seen previously, running your clothed finger over it. You grabbed a thigh holster for knives and put it on your thigh making sure the knife was secured. " Kill them out there, lass." Soap encouraged. Gaz hit snuggling him with his elbow, " You're a bad influence sometimes, you know." He jokingly scored. Price clapped his hands, catching everyone's attention back to him, " Alright get, ready me leave, shorty." With that, everyone fell into work mode. After some time, it was time to begin the mission. Putting on your winter fur coat cape, it was still cold in Russia.

Where you go, I go

The drive was quiet and uneventful. When you arrived, Ghost parted the car and got out. He opened the door for you and extended his hand, to gracefully take it and exited the car. A man in a black and white tuxedo came towards you both. [ Good evening, madam and sir, may I take your keys.] He asked, extending his hand, Ghost handing them to him. The man gave a quick dow and left to park the car. You took Ghost's arm and walked towards the entrance. An older man and two men stood at the podium, [ Good evening madam may I see your invitation.] The older man spoke with a calm tone. [Yes] You said while taking the invitation out. Ghost standing decide you, [ Alright madam Romanovsky. Who might the gentleman decide you be?] He asked politely.

Even if his tone was polite, it still held a hint of a threatening authority. It was as if he wanted to investigate you before you entered the building. [This is my husband. He will be accompanying me.] You firmly stated. Your voice held a tone that it was not going to be argued. [ Ah, my apologies, madam. We will have to do a body check before letting you in, I hope you understand.] He said while gesturing to the two men. He man walked up to you and Ghost. You gave Ghost a small nod before he was patted down for any weapons, went it was you turn you made a face of disgust. Putting a hand up and stopping him on his tracks. [ You will not touch me with does dirty hands.] You looked him up and down while telling him that.

What you see, I see

You removed your coat and handed it to the man. He patted it down and found nothing unusual. He presented it to the old man, saying, [I apologize, ma'am; it was not your goal to insult you.] He said this while taking your coat and gave you a ticket. [Good, now my husband and I can enjoy the casino.] You informed him while removing the ticket from his grasp. You raised an eyebrow at the two men and asked them flatly, 'Well?' They instantly moved out of your path and allowed you to enter. Your earpiece activated as you said the words "We're in."

As you started to look around, a server approached you with a tray of champagne. You grabbed it as you reached for Ghost's arm. You touched his arm and peered intently at a man surrounded by a sea of ladies. Nikolai Morozov, the casino's owner and ringleader. You and Ghost moved over to a poker table that was entirely occupied by male players. Taking a seat with one leg crossed over the other, you sat and waited for the game to conclude. The dealer asked, [madam, will you be playing?] You gazed blankly into them, Ghost looming behind you, making you even more scary. [I wouldn't be sitting here unless I was.] You informed them of this as you handed him your player's card.

I know I'd never be me

The dealer nodded as he took your card, and the five guys at the table stared at you. But you completely disregarded them. The deck was shuffled by the dealer. Before bringing the first two cards to the table, they burnt them. Bet a man to your right called. The table was awash with Bet and Call until it landed on you, at which point you slipped your chips forward [Raise]. You flipped over your deck of cards, 20. When everyone was ready, the dealer requested them to expose their cards. You could hear some collective grunts and sighs of dissatisfaction. You were both tied when the dealer turned their cards and revealed a 20.

By the time the dealer announced the tie, you had gathered a small audience. They started gathering the cards and dealing a second round with you to start the tiebreaker. They shuffled and distributed the cards. They said, "Would you like to raise, call, or bet?" You gave him an almost bored expression as you slipped your chips forward. [Raise.] You gazed at your cards as they nodded. Your brow furrowed, your lips pursed. Today might be your fortunate day, 10 and ace. [Would you please display your cards?] You win. They spoke, and you tossed your cards arrogantly on the table, while they flipped their cards to reveal 25. It was a flop; even if you had received a lesser score, you would have won. You heard cheering from behind you and turned to see a small crowd praising your victory.

Without the security

"Rusalka, the target is closing in on you." Gaz's voice came over your coms; he was on the roof of a tall structure. His sniper scope was firmly focused and following the target. [Alright.] You pretended not to see the man and conversed with the dealer. [Here you go, ma'am; the funds will be deposited to your account shortly.] They grinned as they handed you the card back, and you heard someone clear their throat. The man wore a black and white suit and appeared to be in his late 50s. His hair was thin and reminded you of a naked mole rat.

[Dear Madam, good evening. Please allow me the pleasure of getting to know you.] You raised your right hand, expecting him to grab it and kiss it. [You have no idea who I am? I am Ivana Romanowski, a member of the Romanowski family.] you said, appearing and sounding outraged, that everyone would dare to not know your face or name. [Please pardon my arrogance, Madam Romanowski.] He was noticeably worried, fearful of offending one of the ten prominent families. [Well, as they say, accidents happen.] Ghost walked to the closet waiter and took a champagne glass after you talked and extended your hand. He put it in your hand. [ Thank you, darling.] As Ghost nodded, you smiled.

Of your loving arms

The man observed the encounter, his gaze fixed on you. He grew enraged and moved closer to and into Ghost's face. [Who on earth do you think you are? Following madam Romanowski.] He shouted, and his face flushed. You stopped him before he could continue. Disgusted, you hold your finger up and whip spit off your face. [Strike two: pull your head out of your ass and quit ranting at my husband. You pig.] You chastised your hand on your hip. Ghost would be holding a shovel as you beat this man to death and bury him if looks could kill.

The man became pale, backed away, and stumbled over his words. [a-Ah, I'm sorry if I insulted you. Allow me to make amends.] You lifted an eyebrow, signaling Ghost to come down to your level. "I'll squeeze your hand as soon as he offers to sell me a person. Inform them to have surrounded the building." You spoke into his ear, and he nodded. Ghost didn't have to say anything to be frightening; his very presence was enough. By the way, you were chatting, the guy assumed that this was his last day on Earth. His destiny is foreshadowed in the near future. [All right, what are you planing?] You snapped your finger [quickly.] You cautioned the man, and he frantically nodded his head affirmatively.

Keeping me from harm

[Right this way.] he motioned, turning his back and requesting that you accompany him. [What are you on about?] you said, crossing your arms across your chest. You needed him to take the bait while not moving an inch. And bite the asshole I did, [A unique product as a thank you for my ineptitude.] He grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. What a pathetic excuse for a human being. You nodded, and as he turned around, you graded Ghost's hand and squeezed it twice.

Ghost activated his coms and issued the order to surround the building and wait for further details. You strolled down a poorly lighted corridor until you came to a door guarded by two men in suits. He waved them off with his palm and brought out a slew of keys. He opened the door by going through them till he came to a halt on a certain key. [Please enter.]He spoke before holding out his hand for you to accept, which you did with a huff. What you saw when the lights came on destroyed your heart. Women and children were shackled to the walls, while tiny children were kept in cages like animals. You followed the man's lead as you numbered and examined them. You came to a halt in front of a cage containing two children, a girl no older than five years old cuddling a boy no older than three years old.

Put your hand in my hand

[Ah, you have excellent taste. They are orphaned siblings.] The man drones on about costs and other things. You were so angry and disgusted that you were nearly trembling. You wanted to murder him right now, [Interesting; I'd want to go over this in more private settings. A location with fresh air.] Your tone of voice suggested that you were prepared to buy them and that the mere sight of them made you nauseous. But they were mistaken; you intended to expose this man and allow Gaz to assassinate him.

[Ah, I have precisely the location.] said the guy, smiling. He exited the room, and you both followed. When he opened a door, you found yourself on the building's roof. "Do you have a clear view?" You inquired into the coms, without caring whether or not the man understood you. "Yeah, clear shot," Gaz said. You gave a nod. "Kill him, I can't stand his crap." You talked with your eyes closed.[Is there a problem, Madam Romanowski?] The man inquired, puzzledly staring at you. You looked him in the eyes and smiled slightly, [Oh, it's nothing. I just thought you'd look lovely in a coffin.] The man collapsed the instant those words left your mouth. Before his little mind could absorb it, he was down.

And we'll stand

You ran your hand through your hair as you cursed at the man's corpse. When you looked at Ghost, your head twisted so rapidly you may break your own neck. "Am going back into the room." You were trembling and squeezing your fists so tightly that you felt they may shatter. "Whatever you want to say, wife." Ghost spoke out and opened the door for you. You began walking while your mind absorbed what he had just said. You looked at him and opened your lips to say, "You know Russian." You looked at him, shocked, and inquired. He chuckled before responding. "No, but you kept saying the same thing over and over. I decided to look it up. So, am your husband, Huh?"

As you avoided establishing eye contact with him, your face turned bright crimson. "Shut up, or my other one will get jealous." You hit his shoulder and began to walk away before turning around and lifting the right side of your dress to get your dagger. " Here, be a good boy, and fetch." Looking down at you, he grabbed it in his palm and inquired, amused, "What are you going to use?" You grasped his shoulder and stepped back, removing your heel. " Darling, heels hurt for a reason. If I die, I die beautifully." You kissed him on the cheek and walked back to the room.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

You strolled down the corridor with one heel on your left foot. You faked to limp while gripping the wall and raising your right foot. When you found one on a man, you said dramatically, [You there, assist me. My foot is injured.] They exchanged glances before one of them proceeded to assist you. You lifted your left hand, and as the man accepted it, you smacked him on the side of the head with your heel. The force that you used ensured that you drew blood. You reached for his revolver and placed your fingers around his waist. You let out a fake gasp as if nothing had occurred. [Why are you molesting a lady like that? You filthy man] The words you uttered drew the other man's attention.

You shot him in the chest before he knew it. You let go of the man you were holding and shot him in the head. "You almost ruined my makeup." Whipping blood from your cheeks, searching the man's pockets for the keys to the door. You slid it open and turned on the light. You watched as their terrified expressions came into focus. [It's OK. I am a member of the military, and I am not here to harm you.] You talked quietly to them, not wanting to frighten them any further than they already were. You knelt down to the cage and opened it, allowing the girl and boy to escape. They gave you a wary glance, and you smiled before opening the other cages/chains.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

Some of them grabbed your hand and thanked you profusely. You rescued the final woman when the young girl tugged your dress, [hmm, yes?]You inquired, gently patting her head. [What's your name, miss?] she inquired. [ Rusalka.] You informed her. [All right, I'll walk outside and make sure no one is here. [Do not come out unless I order you to.] You observed them nod. Taking your guns and walking out. You could hear footsteps approaching and people screaming. You waited for them, scanning the area for any shadows. One of the workers was the first to arrive running. Many others followed him, and you opened fire.

You continued to pile victims left and right until your rifles ran out of rounds. You threw them to the ground and examined the bodies for additional firearms, but your main concern was getting everyone out of his building and into safety. [You can come out, now.] You yelled out, hearing the door open, But you didn't turn around because you had to keep your guard up. The sight was like something out of a horror film; everything was bleeding, including the floor, walls, and so on. [Don't look anyplace but straight ahead.] You told them firmly and proceeded to walk down into the main area weapon raised.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Ghost was taken aback as he watched you go away. You made his heart flutter like no other, and he returned the way he came but followed a different path. He grabbed the last man who passed him sprinting before covering his lips and slicing his throat. He discovered a rifle while searching the body and thought that the rest of the squad had entered the building and were cleaning it out by now. He waited for other individuals to pass by before shooting at a group of males sprinting around the corner. Everyone who came running with a gun was killed.

After Price and Soap had emptied the casino, König was dispatched to examine the situation. Hearing gunshots, he lifted his weapon and began to search the area. He encountered a person as he turned the corner and saw it turn around. Ghost and König both dropped their rifles as they exchanged stares. "Where is Rusalka?" König said as he looked around. When they heard a couple more shots, they swiftly scooped up their pistols and pointed them toward the direction of the gunfire. When they heard footsteps approaching, "Down boys." You spoke out loud to them.

Face it all together

You arrived in front of them, holding a girl's hand and a young boy in your arms. " Put down your weapons. You're frightening them," you said. [They are harmless.] You gave a kind smile to the individuals behind you. You started walking beside Ghost and König, leading them to the front. Captain Price is smoking his normal cigar as you gather with the rest of the crew. Soap jokingly said, "Bloody Marry or Carrie." "Mmm, I fell like a queen," you chuckled. So, Marry." You turned back and explained what was about to happen to the people behind you; some approached you and hugged you, thanking you for saving them.

You returned to the safe house once the task was completed, exhausted. You got everything off, showered, and changed into a large shirt and shorts. You heard a knock on your door and as you got out of bed and opened it, you were greeted by both Ghost and König. You spoke before they could. "König has the largest bed, and I will sleep in it; any argument, and you're sleeping on the floor." You spoke before locking the door and entering into König's room. They both quietly followed you.

Let the sky fall (let the sky fall)

You awoke trapped between Ghost and König, your back to König, a shudder running down your spine. Wet kisses were placed on the back of your neck, enthusiastically humping your inner thigh. You bite your lower lip, attempting but failing to keep a whimper from coming out. Before he talked, you could hear heavy breathing in your ear, "Shh, if you make any noise, Ghost and the others will hear you. And they'll all know you're a filthy little slut." His comments bucked your hips, and this part of him never failed to excite you.

Before you felt the head of his cock reach your entrance, he began to circle around your slit. König slipped his cock into your tight cunt, his cock twitching at the sensation of your walls around him. He began to move, causing you to lean forward slightly; you needed to remain quiet as you gasped and moaned, lest you wake up Ghost or disturb people sleeping in the next room. You and the bed tremble and bounce as König slips in and out of you, making short muted grunts while you bite your lower lip.

You let out a shocked gasp as you rested your palm on your mouth, knowing that no matter how hard you tried, you would wake up Ghost. König thrusts his throbbing hard cock even more into you, feeling no reason to be cautious because Ghost was up. While Ghost fondles your tits, König thrust deeper into your belly, keeping you full for a few seconds with a few final strong strokes until every drop of his sperm is poured into your womb. Ghost twists your breast, and all the sensation causes you to come undone.

When it crumbles (when it crumbles)

"What do we have here?" Ghost asks, looking at your shaking body. All you can do is groan as König begins to pull you out. He slipped his hand from your breast to your clit before dropping to your entrance, giving it a few teasing strokes. Ghost's two fingers are pounding in and out of you, stretching you. You began to moan as his fingers curled, causing you to arch your back. König grabs your jaw into his hands and begins kissing you as you fling your head back with a silent gasp.

His tongue travels down your throat, consuming all the moans that have come out of your lips. Your lashes were wet with tears that were falling, indicating that you weren't paying attention. Ghost accelerated his movements. You felt a coil develop in your stomach, and your hips started moving on their own in an attempt to capture their high. They were making you dizzy and lustful. König let out a satisfied moan as the knot in your stomach tightened and your thoughts became blurry.

We will stand tall (we will stand tall)

Your walls tightened around Ghost's fingers, and with one more thrust, he had you trembling and jerking under him, your back arched. Ghost's hard cock hit on your stomach, not allowing you a chance to relax. König crushed on your ass, cock throbbing aching for release. Your mind was too fried from overstimulation to protest; you needed them within you, and you wanted to be filled to the brim.

Ghost and König slid their cocks into you and totally filled you. You're so full as they bottom out to the hilt, Ghost is in your stomach stretching you out deliciously, and as they start moving, you feel them both touch your G spots. The thick head of Ghost's dick repeatedly reaches your deepest area, and König follows Ghost's tempo. " M-more…" you moaned to them, thoroughly fucked up at this point, as they proceeded to rut deeper into you than ever before.

Face it all together

They were crazy with how you sound right now. They're so engrossed in the sensation of your cunt and ass gripping them that their voices become strained and harsh. It turns you on even more since you know you can't live without them. You needed them just as much as they needed you. You can feel the imprint of Ghost's dick on your stomach, as you tighten your grip on them. You felt yourself snap with a few more final thrusts, shattering under them with a filthy moan that gave ecstasy to their ears.

You were stuffed with ropes and ropes of their seed. You couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, and you felt a kiss on your lips before falling asleep. You didn't believe you'd be able to stand the next day since your body was so heavy. They were very evil. Your eyes flew open as you awoke, recalling what had happened the night before. Your body felt like cement, and don't even get me started on your back and legs. You gazed daggers into Ghost's resting form, and he awoke almost as if he felt your gaze. He kissed your lips and said, "Mornin' beautiful." His voice was still tinged with sleep. You couldn't be upset at him.

At sky fall

König awoke and kissed the back of your neck. You both washed your teeth after Ghost assisted you into the bath and cleaned you up. König assisted you in changing your clothing before going to the restroom and cleaning himself. When you thanked them for their assistance and concern, König shook his head and said, "It's the least we can do, Liebe." Ghost agreed with a nod.

You three exited the room and made your way to the front of the safe house. The remainder of Squad 141 was present, and Soap approached you all and said, "What took you so long?" "A girl needs her beauty sleep," you said, stretching your arms back. "It took them a while to wake me up." You shrugged, and Gaz nodded, "I feel you, am still tired." Captain Price drew a pull on his cigar and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the air.

"Alright, 141, let's go home." Price spoke as he exited the building. You all let out a resounding 'Yes, sir' before following him. You exited the building with both of your lovers holding their hands. Alive and Happy.

Let the sky fall

We will stand tall

At sky fall

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