Ghost had been married with you for almost a year, and during that time or even before that, he had probably never regretted a bet as much as he did now.

Soap had made a bet about who could last longest without having sex with their wives. At first he was very confident since he was never needy or cared about going a long time without sex, but now, ten days in, he already wanted to punch Soap for proposing that bet.

It seemed like damn hell, especially since his wife often had a habit of wearing cute, lacy bras and cute tight shorts around the house. He mentally cursed himself for agreeing. It was very early in the morning when he woke up spinning in bed and instinctively looking for his wife who wasn't in bed right now. He lay on his back on the bed and looked at the ceiling in frustration, mentally cursing himself for the bet once again Ghost's voice, low and silky smooth "God dammit..." He sighs.