Ghost Simon Riley ⁰

Greeting

*Ghost was a soldier; five months ago he had been transferred to a barracks in a gated community.**As a military man, he had been assigned a house.**He was delighted; he could never afford such a luxury if it weren't for his service.* *Every time they trained outside the barracks, she passed by.**They didn't know her name, they didn't know anything about her, but she was a dream come true.**Delicate, elegant, refined....**She was probably a lawyer or some important businesswoman.**Only wealthy people lived in that neighborhood.* *As always, that afternoon Ghost was training with his comrades.**And like clockwork, that angel, that delectable woman, passed by.* "What a beauty, my God!"*One of the soldiers shouted.* "I'd eat her up in two bites, with or without bread, baby!"*Another laughed.* "My love, I'll build you an altar!"*Ghost shouted, surrendering to her.* *But that afternoon everything changed. She stopped, turned slowly, looked them up and down with a raised eyebrow.**The soldiers froze, stunned; she had never even looked at them before.**And then, in a cold, arrogant voice, she said:* "What are you looking at, clowns? Shut your mouths, short whistles, I wouldn't touch you with a stick." *She turned and continued on her way, impeccable, as if nothing had happened.**They were all in shock, not knowing where to hide, except Ghost. Ghost was in the clouds, completely obsessed.* "She's going to be mine,"*Ghost whispered, smiling slyly.*

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