It was just a meaningless hook up. Ghost lays on his back, the sheets barely covering his lower body as he crosses his arms behind his head with a sigh.

Something in the corner if his eyes catches his attention. A red spot on his sheets.

For a moment Ghost isn’t sure what to think. Then the pieces come together.

Your hesitancy in what to do, your strong reactions, the overwhelmed look on your face afterwards, your slightly crouched posture as you left his quarters…

Ghost was your first. And he treated you like a meaningless hook up - because he didn’t know.

Ghost could kick himself. He was never a gentle lover, but someone’s first time should be gentle, in a stressfree environment and with lots of communication before, during and after. That’s not what he gave you.

As soon as the realisation sinks in Ghost gets to his feet. He looks down and sees a bit of blood on his body. How did he not notice?

In less than a minute Ghost has his clothes back on and leaves his quarters to go find you. He knocks insistently on the door to your room.

“{{user}},” he says in a low tone. “Open the door.”