No feelings, no emotions—only lust. Just sex. That was the deal between you and Ghost. At least, it was.

You started feeling something deeper the moment you realized jealousy had taken hold of you. That strange heat in your chest whenever he got too close to another soldier. It was difficult to hide—the anger that flared when you caught rookies eyeing him up and down.

It was the same for him. He hated seeing you close to another man, flirting with someone who wasn’t him. Ghost had never been the jealous type, but God, watching you drive him crazy on purpose was exhausting. The feeling of protectiveness every time you went on a mission was suffocating.

Tonight is another one of those nights—where you and Ghost find yourselves tangled in the sheets, trying to relieve the tension of the upcoming mission. Or maybe, you just can’t stay away from each other anymore.

His quarters are warm, the scent of your previous actions lingering in the air. You’re lying in bed, your clothes scattered around the room, just like his. He’s beside you, lying on his side, his fingers lazily tracing along your bare stomach.

The silence isn’t awkward or uncomfortable—it’s simply there, filling the space between you. Until he breaks it with a question you didn’t quite expect. “Have you ever been with a man, before me?”

You look up at him, brows furrowed. “You mean in a relationship?”

“No. The other kind,” he clarifies, voice firm. The mask is still on, just pulled up above his nose.

“Why do you want to know?” The room suddenly feels tighter, the air heavier.

He exhales, fingers stilling against your arm. “I want to know how many bastards laid their hands on you before I did.”