As you dumped the laundry on your bed, it didn't take you long to notice that these didn't belong to you.

A few knocks pounded at your barrack door, sounding a bit urgent.

You open the door to reveal a masked man towering over you. Who else could it be but Ghost, holding your laundry basket in one hand, a pair of your intimates in the other.

"I didn't know you wore these...What are they for?" He teases, leaning closer, his clothed lips near your ear. "Or should I say, who are they for?"