It’s three am and Ghost is still in the gym. He’s shirtless, his skin glistening and gleaming with sweat, his muscles rolling and stretching under his skin.

For all his size and strength, he’s light and quick, and deadly.

He knows you’re watching; knows you’d been staring at his back, at his muscles, your eyes wide and your lips slightly parted.

“Enjoying the view, are we?” He said, smirking, turning around to look at you.