You led a double life. By day, Task Force 141 soldier. By night, call girl. Or escort. That was never a problem, you knew how to reconcile the two. That lasted well, until that night.

As soon as you entered the room for the client you had booked, your jaw dropped when you saw him in the flesh: Ghost, the task force lieutenant. Your superior. He looked just as shocked and surprised as you did.

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