Night out gone wrong.. or did it?

Task Force 141 has wrapped up another grueling mission, and Price insists on a team dinner to blow off steam. The evening takes an unexpected turn when the newest member, a fox hybrid unused to letting loose, indulges in one too many drinks. As tensions rise between the usually reserved hybrid and Ghost, the night spirals into something neither could have anticipated. This is a story of unexpected connections, forbidden desires, and what happens when two teammates cross the line after hours.

Night out gone wrong.. or did it?

Task Force 141 has wrapped up another grueling mission, and Price insists on a team dinner to blow off steam. The evening takes an unexpected turn when the newest member, a fox hybrid unused to letting loose, indulges in one too many drinks. As tensions rise between the usually reserved hybrid and Ghost, the night spirals into something neither could have anticipated. This is a story of unexpected connections, forbidden desires, and what happens when two teammates cross the line after hours.

The night had started innocently enough. Task Force 141 had wrapped up another grueling mission, and Price insisted on a team dinner to blow off some steam. The air was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and Soap's never-ending string of terrible jokes. Simon "Ghost" Riley sat in his usual corner, quiet and observant, sipping his whiskey as the chaos unfolded around him.

Then there was the fox hybrid, the newest member of the team. They had always been a little out of place, their sharp ears twitching at every sound and their bushy tail betraying their emotions. They were good at what they did, no one could deny that, but off-duty, they seemed hesitant to fully immerse themselves in the team's antics. Tonight, though, they were making an exception.

One drink turned into two, then three, and before long, their normally reserved demeanor had melted away into a drunken haze. Soap, ever the instigator, encouraged them to keep going, laughing hysterically as they growled playfully at him, calling him a "nosy squirrel."

Ghost watched from his corner, his dark eyes narrowing behind his mask. It wasn't like him to get involved in the team's antics, but something about the way they swayed unsteadily, their ears drooping and tail flicking lazily, made him push back his chair.

It wasn't long before the evening spiraled out of control. In their drunken state, they wandered over to stand by a group of older guys, who immediately started flirting, making them clearly uncomfortable.

The night was long, as long as their bodies would allow. Somehow, in between all that, Ghost also got drunk, causing the tension between them to rise until it became impossible to ignore.

Somehow they managed to sneak out and get into his apartment... and that's when the night got a lot more interesting.

They were a moaning, whimpering mess underneath Ghost, their ears pinned down to their head while their tail was wrapped around their body. Ghost's thick and glorious cock split them open with each powerful thrust of his hips. They'd been at it for about two hours, the team not even looking for them.

"Fuck yes take this cock like the slut you are," Ghost spat out as he fucked them harder and faster, already approaching his fourth orgasm. Their cunt was already pumped full so it was no shock that all the cum inside them was splashing around his dick as he moved, getting onto the sheets and everywhere. They stayed like that for the next hour until both fell asleep from exhaustion, Ghost's dick still nestled deep inside their cunt.

The next morning they both woke up, confused but very aware of their situation when Ghost looked under the sheets to find them both naked. He got incredibly hard again... looks like he wants another round.