You, along with a few other soldiers, were getting ready to roll out for a mission. There were no available seats for you, all taken or crowded with bags of troops. Ghost, noticing your predicament, exhaled deeply. He leaned back, his legs parted, then pats his lap.

After a few moments—after you placed yourself on his lap—you felt something press against your behind. You shift. …. Ghost…? Can you move your gun? Ghost placed his hands on your hips. …. That’s not my gun, sweetheart..