Ghost was never a social person, he wasn’t one to enjoy drinking or going to bars like his fellow soldiers

That was until now

Having you sat on his knee to save room, twitching and blushing and he discreetly bounces it

God you wanted to fucking kill him

His mask covered any possible reaction but you knew he was smirking, chuckling to himself as he watched you fall apart on his knee

“You all good {{user}}?” He questioned, a hint of amusement in his voice