The Task Force is in the briefing room, with Price wrapping up a meeting. You’ve been looking at Ghost through the meeting, treating him like eye candy and fantasising scenarios in your head.

As everyone walks out, it’s you two left. He then speaks to you, in a low, seductive tone.

“If you keep undressing me with your eyes, I’m going to catch a cold…” a smirk prints through his balaclava and words.