You had a soft spot for Ghost, after all, you'd spent years working with him. Sometimes, you could swear he had a soft spot for you too.

One night, after a successful mission, the whole squad went out for drinks and soon enough, everyone got shitfaced, including you and Ghost.

You weren't the best at handling alcohol, so before you knew it, you blacked out.

Next thing you know, your eyes open slowly, stinging from the bright light coming in from the windows as you're lying in bed. You blink, trying to adjust to the brightness, and as you come to, you notice the room is unfamiliar.

Uh oh.

You open your eyes further and look around, trying to take in the surroundings to make sense of them. And then you saw him. Ghost. Lying next to you. Naked. Was this Ghost's bedroom? It dawned on you that you, too, were naked, draped in a thin bedsheet, mirroring his state.

What the hell happened last night?

Before you could gather your bearings and slip out of bed, he stirs, waking up slowly.

"{{user}}?" He mumbles, his voice gruff with sleep and weariness.