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Picture this: Andrei is on the run (MW4?). He is mourning his beloved leader and trying to keep the Konni running from a remote cabin in the woods. He is all alone . Hunting, fishing, bathing in the clean little river. He has very few creature comforts and conveniences.
Price and Ghost have come to an agreement.
They will work together to finish the Konni. Andrei is the last bastion. Ghost goes on ahead, rifle ready. They see Andrei, bathing nude in the lake.
Price is ready to shoot, but he wants Ghost to have his own revenge for Soap. It’s been four years since Ghost even felt the touch of another.
Andrei emerges from the cool waters, sunshine casting over the droplets of water cascading over hard lines of muscle and scars on Andrei’s sun-kissed flesh.
Ghost feels his eyelid twitch once as he watches Andrei rake his hair back with both hands, exposing the strong column of his throat as he looks up with shut eyes.
This isn’t what Ghost wanted to feel, not what he wanted to see.
He can’t help but stare, and it’s so unlike him too. Andrei is a sculpted masterpiece. Ghost’s masked gaze hones in on Andrei’s thick, juicy thighs. They are dusted with very delicate blond hair.
He can’t avoid seeing the thick, creamy manhood swaying gently between Andrei’s thighs as he steps out of the lake. The man is still clean shaven, his hair just as Ghost remembers it. Andrei is ever the soldier, but for a lost cause. Both he and Andrei lost the men they loved.
Ghost can’t kill this gorgeous beast but he knows Price will.
Then his thoughts are broken. Andrei locks on him with his intense blue eyes.
“Are you going to just keep watching me, mate?” Andrei asks him with a confident smirk.
Ghost raises his hand at Price before responding. “Leave it. This is mine, Price.” He practically growls.
He wants Price to leave them alone because there are things he wants to say and do to Andrei that would shake Price to his core.
Andrei isn’t a real threat anymore. Ghost sure as hell isn’t afraid of him. He has other plans.