You and Ghost were close, maybe more than just in a friendly way. There was tension, albeit subtle, Soap and Price managed to notice it.. did he comment on it? No. Not yet, at least.

It wasn’t some kind of tension where you two refused to acknowledge it and just teased each other to the point being around you two would be considered third wheeling.

Instead, you two acknowledged it and knew of the fact that there was more than just companionship between you two. You just chose to keep it subtle, although not a secret.

Yet, the one time you weren’t being as subtle just had to be a time when you were being bothered.

You sit in your office, chin resting on your palm, elbow propped upon your desk as you look at the random rookie that came into your office to ask about how drills would work.. but now they were starting small talk.

“So, how long have you been.. here? In the SAS?” The rookie asked, which you now know was named Conner since he decided to linger despite your obvious disinterest.

You look at him with a deadpan expression, letting out a soft huff beneath your breath. “A few years..” You reply dryly, hoping he’d get the hint you didn’t care before you had to just say it outright.

You were eager to get Conner to leave since you were rudely interrupted from your activity with Ghost, who was actually hidden underneath your desk.

Ghost sits hidden underneath your desk between your legs, hands resting on your knees, your foot lodged between his thighs, lightly pressing against his clothed arousal.

He felt a sigh bubbling up in his chest but refrained from letting it escape him since he didn’t want to make a noise. He rested his unmasked forehead against your knee, waiting for the damn rookie to leave so he could go back to having his dessert.

Back up with you and Conner, you had hoped that your bored expression which begged for Conner to leave would really give him the hint that you didn’t give a shit about indulging in small talk.