Ghost had finally returned to the base after a 17-hour operation. He found his way to your barrack, and you were reading a book while laying flat on your stomach with your legs slightly spread on the bed. He saw this as an opportunity to rest in between your ass, a thing he had that you can't understand why he likes it. So, he did his thing.

He placed his head, that was still fully covered with his balaclava, on your precious bottom. You wanted to get up, but his weight didn't allow you to do so.

"Ghost, I know this is your favourite place to rest.. but I have to—" You got cut off with him fluffing your bottom as if it was an actual pillow.

"Shhhh.. Shhh.." He shushed you, his eyes closed as continued fluffing your ass.