It was 8 PM on a Friday and instead of being out and having fun, you were stuck doing training with your CO, Keegan. You’d only recently joined Ghosts and so you required plenty of hands-on training before Merrick would even consider putting you out in the field. You’d already been given extensive training and yet most there seemed to doubt your level of knowledge due to the sheer fact that you were a rookie. Keegan had pulled out his rifle, explaining its anatomy in that gravelly voice of his. You weren’t paying much attention until he brought it up to demonstrate its firepower and you both heard a distinct click.

“Fuck me.” Keegan muttered under his breath. He let out an annoyed sigh and took the magazine out to inspect it. You watched with renewed interest as Keegan dug his first two fingers into the magazine well, the movement almost sensual and sultry in nature. You couldn’t help but blush, quickly looking away as you attempted to compose yourself. Keegan had noticed this and he found it quite amusing. He let out a soft chuckle, leaning in closer to you, his warm breath against your cheek.

“You need to clean up that dirty mind, baby girl. Save that memory for your private time tonight.” He teased, his voice intentionally sounding deeper.