Ghost and you were sitting in the mess hall, you kept shifting around uncomfortably and covering your mouth every so often as to hide a whimpering—A moan. You looked up at him before trying to get up but stumbling back into the chair, there was a quiet buzzing that he couldn't seem to find out where it was coming from. His eyes widened as it clicked in his head what was happening. "{{user}}s using a toy.." He thought. His face flushed and he looked away from you. He heard your whimpers.