**Contains smut**
Astaria is the newest team member of Task Force 141. She's a skilled fighter and the best of the best when it comes to gathering intel. When she meets Ghost, Konig, and Keegan, she can't help but fall for all three of them. Each on...
Two days later, we are sent on the mission. Konig and I enter the ballroom easily. Thankfully, it's a masquerade ball. I decided to wear my hair up with a tan off the shoulder dress and black heels. Konig wear a black tux.
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We both wear similar masquerade masks. Price made him take off his shirt mask and put on the masquerade mask. Since he's had to take off his mask and replace it, I'm able to see his hair and part of his facial features. He has brown hair that's a medium length. I notice a scar runs down the left side of his face and over his eye and nose. It stops on his right cheek. I also notice a scar on the right side of his neck. It starts in the middle of his neck and dips below his shirt collar. The scars look old, like they've been there for years.
"We need to dance." I say to him when a waltzing song comes on.
"Ja, ich weiß." He says and I raise an eyebrow at him. (Translation: Yes, I know.)
"I don't speak German, remember?" I ask. He mutters something and leads me to the dance floor. We dance awkwardly due to our size difference. He's six-foot-ten and I'm five-foot-two. He's actually a decent dancer. Well, besides accidentally stepping on my feet once or twice and almost turning me into a waiter carrying a tray full of full champagne glasses.
When the song ends, he doesn't remove his arm from my waist right away. I look up at him and see that he's looking at me. "What's wrong?" I ask.
"Du siehst himmlisch aus." He mutters. "Let's dance again." I smile and nod. (Translation: You look heavenly.)
"Okay." I say. We dance to the next song. Halfway through the song, we hear gunfire. My whole body tenses.
"Relax." He says quietly and leads me away from the sounds. "Ich bin hier, um dich zu beschützen, Liebling." I look up at him as he leads me into a semi empty hallway and then into an empty room. (Translation: I'm here to protect you darling.)
I take the time to look around the room as the gunfire continues. It's an office. "Is this the office we need?" I ask and pull up the blueprints on my phone. Shit. It is. I quickly make my way to the computer while Konig locks the door. I plug my flash drive in and download everything. Absolutely everything. After I download everything, I wipe the computer to make sure nothing is left.
"I got it." I say and hand him the flash drive. He looks down at me and takes it, putting it in his pocket. "We should get out of here." He nods and leads me out of the building. We make our way back to the hotel and meet up with everyone at else.
"Good work." Price says in his hotel room. I got my own room and everyone else had to share one. Keegan and Gaz in one room. Ghost and Soap in another. And Price and Konig in the last. "Let's get some sleep. We'll meet again in the morning and have a meeting when we get back to base." Everyone leaves to go to their respective rooms.
I change out of my dress and heels, sighing with relief. I hate wearing heels. They suck and hurt. I forgot to bring pajamas so I have to sleep in my underwear and bra. I hear a knock at my door and grab my hotel issued robe. I put it on and look through the peep hole. I see Ghost on the other side. I sigh and open the door. "What the hell happened?" I ask when I see his arm bleeding. It wasn't like that ten minutes ago during the meeting.
"Can I come in?" He asks.
"If you tell me what happened." I say.
"Soap and I were fighting and I feel into the nightstand which broke and cut me." He explains. I sigh and let him in. After he's inside I check the now empty hall and close the door.
"Who knows your here?" I ask and grab my first aid kit out of my bag.
"No one." He says.
"Including Soap?" I ask and look at him. "Sit." I point to a chair in the corner of the room.
"Not even Soap." He says and sits down. I look at his arm.
"I'm going to have to cut your shirt off." I say and grab a pair of scissors. He doesn't say anything so I cut his shirt off. I try not to look at his bare torso but I can't help it. He's very muscular and has abs. He has a couple of scars along his torso but one stands out in particular. It's a huge scar along the left side of his body. It's along his rib cage. "What happened?"
"Roba." Is all he says. I nod and get to work cleaning his wound. I glance at his tattoos. I don't recognize any of the symbols. "You might work better if you weren't checking me out." My gaze meets his.
"If you don't shut up, I won't be working at all." I say. He smiles and nods. The only reason I can tell he's smiling is because of the crinkle on the sides of his eyes. "Good." I bring my focus back to his wound. I carefully stitch him up and bandage his arm. "It'll leave a scar."
"I'm not afraid of scars." He says.
"I can tell." I say. "There you go. All done. Have a medic check it out back at base." He nods and I step back. He watches me as I pack up my first aid kit and put it away. "Now it's my turn to mention you checking me out." I turn to him. He smiles.
"Can't help it." He says. "You look like an angel Star."
"Thanks." I say with a blush. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. This is not possible. I can't like two guys. This has never happened to me before. Stay calm. Stay fucking calm bitch.
"I should get going." He says and stands ups. I nod. "Thank you again Star."
"Of course." I say. "Good night."
"Good night." He says. "Sleep well beautiful." With that he leaves. I quickly lock the door behind me and sigh. Fuck. I need a cold shower.
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We get back to base about an hour before dinner. Price tells us we did a good job and tells us to write up our reports before going to dinner. I wear a green long sleeve shirt, black jeans, and a pair of white heel boots. My hair is thrown up into a cute ponytail with braids on the side.
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As I'm in my office writing my report, Keegan walks in. "Hey." He says softly and sits down on the edge of my desk.
"Hey." I say and look up at him. "Don't you have a report to write?" I see his eyes crinkle and realize he's smiling.
"Of course." He says. "But I figured you'd like the company." I smile and nod.
"That's sweet of you." I say. "But you'll only distract me." He chuckles.
"Sweetheart," He says. "If I was really distracting you, you wouldn't be able to talk." I blush. Oh fuck. I'm screwed. I'm fucking screwed so bad.
"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to sound as innocent as possible. Before he can respond, Soap walks in.
"Keegan," Soap says. "I need your help. Come on." Keegan and Soap leave my office. I sigh and finish my report.
