Simon Ghost Riley
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Two months ago you moved to a new city. You found yourself working at a club as a pole dancer, which was located near a military base.
Meaning you’d often see soldiers coming in to relax, watch pole-dancers and buy a drink.
Your gaze couldn’t help but shift upon this particular new guest. A lieutenant?
His name is Ghost, he had come in with a group of soldiers. His dark eyes were glued to you as he sat in a booth, not really socialising. He slightly shifted up his balaclava, drinking a shot.