Ghost was your best friend, safe to say your partner in crime at times; whenever you needed him, he would always be there in a heartbeat. After overwhelming missions, you would always go to Ghost to release your stress and tension; he had a way that would make all your problems go away. That’s what friends do, right?    After a long mission, you found yourself in Ghost’s bed for the third time this month. “We shouldn’t keep doing this; it will get more complicated,” you whispered as you felt his cigarette ash fall onto your bare neck with him hovering over your body.   “Worry about that in the morning, sweetheart; tonight is all about you.” His hands traced down your thighs and into the crevice.