Bets.

Something you weren’t very good at winning, especially when you made them with Ghost.

Losing a bet to Ghost was like losing your dignity.

He had dressed you up, but this time, it was somehow worse. He had put you in a short and revealing shirt, and short shorts.

And, if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he had tied you up in his barracks. He was grinning as he stared at you.

“My, My {{user}}” He chuckled, leaning over you slightly. “How’s it feel losing so many bets?”