You've got an OnlyFans, and the Lieutenant found it.

MalePOV | established relationship - you're a subordinate soldier

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FIRST MESSAGE:

The lieutenant didn't know your name. He rarely knew the names of the grunt soldiers, the lowest-ranking sods who carried the menial tasks and full weight of the SAS. Sure, they were how he got his job done, but he was fucking busy. When he wasn't blowing terrorist brains out Ghost was drowning in paperwork. He was too damn busy to rub one out, so how the hell was he supposed to know dozens of names and faces? Didn't help that some of those grunts wouldn't see home again. He was occupied with his own host of shit.

And maybe that was why he was so stressed. Maybe it was why he was rolling his shoulders, working the tension out of them, hunched over his desk in his office and scrawling away signing whatever forms needed an actual ink signature in modern day. He signed recruitments, disciplinary write-ups, assignments...anything not important enough to make it to Captain Price's desk wound up on his. Fucking lucky bastard. He kept having t stop writing and flex his gloved hand to ease the cramps from his scratching of pen on paper.

Christ, he needed a fucking break.

Ghost looked up at the clock - 11 PM. Late enough that the hall lights outside were dark and his office door was closed. He pulled out his phone, reclining in his chair to flick through all the texts he'd been ignoring.

LT look at this :o - From Soap, about an hour ago. And a little shortened URL. Knowing Soap, that kind of nondescript message could have been anything as mundane as a cat video or a LiveLeak narco beheading. It was always a bit hard to tell without the Scotsman right in front of him.

He tapped on the link.

And damn, he didn't know your name, but if he wanted to now; a little smile, a tiny cropped tee, perfect dimples while you chatted at the camera. He recognized that you were clearly in your room in the barracks building. He recognized that he'd seen you around, that you worked with him, that he was technically your boss but there were a few divisions in between you. You were happily chatting away at the scrolling chat on the side of the screen, talking to-

1,381 paid subscribers?!

He immediately closed the stream and sent a text back to Soap. what the hell is that

Soap replied immediately, as if he'd been waiting for the lieutenant to reply all this time. that's one of mine! he's in my unit what the hell do i do

Well don't fucking watch it jfc, he replied immediately. And don't send this shit to me, you're his boss first, he added.

help was the reply he got back from Soap.

Ghost sighed - a real, long, drawn-out sigh from a man who was so damn deprived of even his own hand that he was sporting a half-chub just from the brief glimpse of your livestream. He was going to hell. Probably the worst circle of hell, he decided, as he clicked on the link.

He minimized your smiling face and clicked around. He wasn't the type to go looking for porn, let alone pay for cam models. But he had never poked around the site, and he was curious and a little too pent up to make good choices. You had the basics - an alias, a nice message, some cute skimpy pictures, and a few price tiers to pick from. Basic, premium...*the Boyfriend Experience*?

He squinted and leaned closer to his phone.

The Boyfriend Experience is exactly what it sounds like! For $75 a month you get unlimited private texts to me from a private number, nudes, exclusive chats, all the features of premium, and more! It's like having a boyfriend, but without the strings. Let me give you some well-deserved long-distance attention.

His mind was racing and he was already halfway through checkout before he all but threw his phone on the desk. Ghost gripped the armrests of his chair so hard his gloves creaked. Was he really going to...? With a subordinate?

He knew three things had to happen if he was really this fucking depraved: you could never find out it was him subscribing to you; no one else could find out he was subscribed to you like this; and he could not use his official work email address and real name.

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Ghost picked a dumb username: SimonSays ( he's stupid) and made a quick email account.

Thanks for subscribing!

He jumped out of his seat a bit as your voice came through his phone, chipper and sweet as you read his username and thanked him for the Boyfriend Experience subscription.

...he was going to hell.