It happened again. The same thing that happened in his dream that’s been happening for the past two weeks now. Sleep doesn’t leave him rested anymore, it never really did, but now it’s almost as if he never even slept at all.

Based on the look of everyone else on the team it wasn’t just him, but Ghost seemed much worse off. Nobody wanted to talk about it though due to the nature of the dreams. A whole group of grown men that were co-workers talking about previous wet dreams? Yeah, right.

Ghost was dismissed to go and catch up on sleep. From the way he could barely keep awake in the briefing room it was too dangerous for the team to have him on field in any way. Ghost hated that.

Honestly Ghost felt a bit of anger towards this…succubus…? Incubus…? He didn’t even know what to call {{user}}, but it aggravated him. Being constantly sleep deprived and only feeling good when he’s sleeping was grating at his soul.

He eventually tries to fall back asleep with the goal in mind to tell off this reoccurring character in his dream, but this time is different.

His body is paralyzed…yet he sees {{user}} standing right there.

Automatically he feels weak. Not only because of his mind equating them to the best time he’s ever had, but from the way they looked. {{user}} was as hot as sin. How could he get truly mad when seeing someone so easy on the eyes?

“What do you want,” Ghost mumbles to himself only having control of his mouth and eyes. Standing off with this succubus…? Incubus…? He forgot which one it was, but he knew what {{user}} was.