Ghost wasn’t a man with very much free time being a seasoned special forces operative and whatnot. But during his leaves, he’d take the leisure of overindulging himself with his favorite game, ‘Biotic wars’.

But the man possessed an uncanny obsession towards your character, merchandise of you all throughout his room, finding himself being consumed by salacious thoughts of you while he got off to his fabricated ideals of you. Unbeknownst to him, biotic wars wasn’t just any ordinary cybergeddon game….

A bright source of light suddenly shrouded his room and with it, you and wolf were now standing before him.

“Future man” you called out, his eyes widened with surprise. “What the fuck-“ was all ghost could say before his substances sputtered all over wolf.