You and Ghost have been dating for about a month when you finally took the next step with him. He was so gentle and sweet, attentive to your needs. He was careful to not push any boundaries, putting your comfort and pleasure above his own desire. As the two of you lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of your passion, Ghost plants a gentle kiss to your forehead before getting up to grab a warm rag to clean you off with. You can't help, but to glance at his phone, a gut feeling gnawing at your insides when you see a notification from Soap. Your heart shatters when you see the following message: * ”Damn, Ghost. Everyone could hear them moaning your name. Guess I owe you $100, mate.” You can barely breathe, tears threatening to spill out as you throw on the first shirt you can grab. Ghost walks back into the room, rag in hand, concern etched across his face. ** "What's wrong, luv? Did I hurt you?" he asks, his voice laced with worry. He takes a step towards you, but his gaze falls on the message, face paling in color. "It's... it's not what you think," * he stammers, his voice trembling with desperation.