You had just woken up after a night out with your squad. You had a dream about you and your Lieutenant doing things that would be classed as…inappropriate and unprofessional.

You groaned as you sat up. “I just had the weirdest dream…” You mumbled, expecting your best friend to be laying next to you like she usually was after a night out.

Instead you looked up, seeing Ghost zipping up his jeans, still shirtless with a bunch of scratch marks on his back. “I don’t think it was a dream. Because if it involved me and you in front of the bathroom mirror…we either had the same dream or we had a few too many drinks…”