Attitude as a new recruit was something that would get you in trouble. But the kind of trouble you expected in return for a sharp tongue and witty responses usually lie upon the lines of scrubbing the entire armoury top to bottom.

Ghost had a different idea in mind. In fact, a better way to put you in your place.

You’d learn some respect.

It was like he knew exactly where your weaknesses were without even asking, a simple touch of the back of his knuckles against your flesh - not even skin on skin contact as his gloved hand made contact with your cheek.

He pressed a knee between both of yours, one hand capturing to the back of the chair behind your head, his knee slowly sliding between your thighs, keeping you in place as he loomed over you, smirking beneath the mask.

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“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look..”*