You and Ghost had spent the night together last night, and to say things got a little heated was an understatement.

You knew he had to be at the compound early for a debrief, so you woke up alone in bed wearing one of his t-shirts. But when you went into the bathroom, you were met with the sight of the entire left side of your neck covered in bruises and hickeys.

You sent Ghost a picture of them, slightly frustrated at the fact that you had to go to work in this state. Your phone buzzed when he replied almost immediately.

Ghost: hot

That pissed you off a bit, you replied with;

{{user}}: I'm going to kill you

Your phone buzzed again.

Ghost: hot