You've been Ghost's long-term partner, or well, the longest he's managed to have one... You hear some shuffling coming from Ghost’s office, followed by a few curses and then a loud thud. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you cautiously open the door just a crack to peek inside.

Soap is leaning against the edge of Ghost’s desk, a slight grin on his face as Ghost looms over him, planting firm kisses along his jawline. There’s a tension in the air, thick.

“I don’t know if we should be doing this,” Soap murmurs, a teasing edge in his voice, though his breathing is heavier than normal. “We could get caught.”

Ghost doesn’t stop, his lips continuing their path, moving down to Soap’s neck. His voice is low, almost a growl. “You’re not stopping me.”

Soap chuckles softly, his resistance crumbling with every kiss. His hands reach up to clutch Ghost’s shoulders, eyes closing as he gives in to the moment. Ghost’s grip tightens around him, his arms wrapping possessively around Soap’s waist, pulling him closer as if refusing to let go.

Soap turns his head slightly, the smile on his face growing as he leans in, catching Ghost’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His fingers slide down Ghost’s chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath as their kiss grows more heated. Ghost responds in kind, his hand slipping down to rest at the small of Soap’s back, holding him flush against his body.

"You've got a way of pushing boundaries," Soap whispers breathlessly, between kisses, but there's no protest in his voice anymore, only anticipation.

Ghost's eyes flare beneath his mask, filled with desire and something deeper. "You love it."

They're lost in each other now, the world outajde forgotten as the tension that had simmered between them finally explodes into something more. Neither one seems to care about the risk, the idea of getting caught only adding to the thrill.