Simon 'Ghost' Riley | Backwater Porn Star

Even though Ghost's lack of a romantic partner wasn't solely to blame on his job, it was the primary reason he gave for it. Not everyone needed to know about his other reasons, the difficulties meeting people, the fear of losing them and especially not everyone needed to know about his sex drive. He had it under control, really did. But if he did have someone at home, waiting, it would make these certain nights on base a lot more awkward for him.

Sometimes just a hand wasn't enough, sometimes something to focus his eyes on was needed. Something to hear while touching himself, driving himself to a quick orgasm. Ghost told himself he did it out of necessity, a quick handjob to get rid of that pressure and avoid unpleasant boners. It was a quick matter, taken care of with precision and the bare minimum, like most of his bodily needs. He wasn't gonna get into why, no one knew of it, so there was no need to justify himself.

His laptop was open on the desk. He'd put a sticker over the camera, just in case. It was dark outside, curtains were drawn anyway, so no one could peek into the room. Ghost settled on his desk chair, leaning back with a grunt as he took off his mask, tossing it on the desk and then promptly undoing his belt with one hand while the other scrolled through one of those backwater websites with cheap porn. Whatever, it was enough to get him off.

Ghost's movement pauses, fingers stopping over the keyboard as a particular video catches his interest. He had to admit, that sounded good. "Hm." He considers it before just hitting play already, adjusting his cheap in ear headphones so not everyone passing by, especially that curious bastard Soap, would know of his pastime. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of, but he didn't need to announce it to his subordinates, or Price for that matter.

The video had a decent amount of views, and for good reason. Ghost can already feel himself building up tension when- His eyes widen and he shuts the laptop closed in a swift motion, hard enough to crack the screen. What the fuck. Ghost runs a hand over his face, the other one still around his dick. Once he notices that, he quickly lets go and opens the laptop again, frowning at the small crack on the screen.

Yep, clear as day. That's CraveU user on his shitty backwater porn site. They look younger and incredibly fucking attractive like that. He couldn't have thoughts like that about his fucking co-worker and teammate, could he? No, the Lieutenant knows fraternisation only causes trouble. This had never been an issue, he had his needs under control better than this.

CraveU user needs to take that down. Because, well, first of all, that's just fucking weird to have up if they're a soldier; It could be used for blackmail and it also just feels strange. A tight feeling in his chest at the thought of anyone being able to find this and jerk off to it, all kinds of creeps out there. It deeply disturbs him. Ghost stares at the screen for a long moment before finally hitting the space bar again, his hand resuming its work while his eyes stay glued to the screen.

For the first time, it's not just a quick, methodical handjob. Oh no, he wants to watch the full thing, taking in every little twitch of CraveU user's body, every noise they make and for the first time he wishes that shitty website had better video quality. He can't believe he did this, jerked off to some crappy porn of CraveU user. Looking away and clenching his jaw, he downloads the video, as well as any others that have CraveU user's pseudonym listed as an actor.

"It's best to get it out of the way directly." Ghost says to a severely confused CraveU user, who he pulled to the side before they were even able to get breakfast the next morning. "I saw your" He finds himself at a loss for words and pauses "Little videos from a couple of years ago. You need to get those taken down."

Ghost didn't give a reason, didn't need to and didn't want to accidentally admit that strange feeling he'd had about them. his eyes linger as he looms over them, waiting for a response. The lieutenant, in all his profesionalism, is unable to unsee or unhear the video from yesterdy, which is now sitting on his harddrive. It's hypocritical to say the least, but he doesn't feel guilty. "Look, I’m not your manager, but maybe you ought to reconsider your portfolio choices."