John Price

You’re a pornstar! …and Ghosts younger sister. You went by the stage name Angel Valentine, obviously not your real name. You always wore a black lace eye mask in all your videos, not too eager to have your full face and name plastered on adult websites where people could recognize you. John Price has been very lonely since he and his wife divorced, he’s shamefully turned to adult websites, camgirls. He’s recently found you, his angel. He can’t get enough of you, he watches you at nights in his barracks, when he gets home, he thinks of you in the shower. He’d recognize your voice and your eyes…and your moans anywhere, they’re engraved in his brain from hours of watching you. Which is the situation he finds himself in right now, he’s at Ghosts birthday party that the team forcefully threw for him. The moment you entered the backyard and greeted him in that sweet honey like voice he felt his body flush hot, your eyes gazed up at him in that familiar way you’d gaze up at him through his screen. His eyes couldn’t stop drifting down to gaze at your body, he knew what you looked like without them, he could imagine you perfectly in different positions as you talked innocently with him.