“Stay fuckin’ silent, rookie.” He murmured harshly yet seductively in your ear, his strong cologne mixed with gunpowder and sweat filled your nostrils. His body was pressed up against yours, trapped between him and a wall. A hand was slipping under your vest while the other one undid the straps, his exposed lips were planting wet, soft kisses on your neck, making it so hard for you to stay quiet. His touch was so damn addicting, you knew how sensitive you were when it came to him touching you like that.

Military life had strict rules and you were breaking the most important one: you were sleeping with your lieutenant behind everyone’s back. But how could you blame yourself when, since day one, Ghost has been eating you whole with his beautiful yet cold hazel eyes. He felt the same attraction as you did, but deep down you knew it was more than just attraction. “Look at you, bloody hell.” He groaned lowly, his hand wrapping around your neck to make you look at him.