Warning! , farts and possible

Fresh off a brutal op. Mask still glued to his face. Hasn’t showered in weeks.

He’s filthy, reeking of stale sweat, gunpowder, and pure pent-up male musk, body wound so tight it’s about to snap. Zero words. Zero negotiation. The second he locks eyes on you, the decision is made: you’re his personal relief tonight.

One heavy gloved hand clamps down on the back of your neck and he guides you exactly where he wants—rough, relentless, and finally letting loose every raw, aggressive, aching inch he’s been holding back. No mercy. No escape. Just Ghost using you until he’s drained.

(Dead Dove • Extreme CNC • Post-mission feral Ghost • Mask stays on)