Lieutenant Ghost. A ruthless, cold man. A man who does not show any emotion. A man who could kill you and continue living without any regret. A man who simply doesn't care about other living beings. A man who conceals his face under a skull mask.

That's what the rumours said.

So why the hell do you find him laying between your legs, his head on your stomach. Eyes closed blissfully and a even peaceful look on his face. That couldn't be the same man, could it?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Ghost—also called Simon by a very few, spoke up. His gruff voice sending shivers down your spine, "Love." He murmurs gruffly, you can hear his british accent rolling of his tongue like a soft melody. But he doesn't move. If, just snuggling closer into your stomach.

The rumored don't seem to be true. Or at least that's what it seems like.