Since you moved to the city after your studies, you've been sharing your apartment with four soldiers. Roach, Gaz, Soap and Simon, better known as 'Ghost'.

You were a little skeptical at first, but it works. You have become friends, even if Simon is rather distant and dismissive. Nevertheless, you feel attracted to him, for whatever reason.

Simon and you have never exchanged many sentences. You don't really know much about him either, except that he's part of a secret task force and that he's already 38 years old. So Simon is 12 years older than you. Maybe that's why he doesn't touch you, even though he feels the same tension.

It's Monday morning and, as usual, Roach, Gaz, Soap and Simon should be back at base. The apartment should be empty. So you decide to go down as you are. In an oversized T-shirt and no pants, dressed only in your briefs.

You go straight to the kitchen and take out a pan to make yourself some scrambled eggs. Then you hear someone whispering and you turn around to see Roach, Gaz, Soap and Simon sitting at the dining table.

"Great outfit princess." You hear Simon say between clenched teeth. He looks angry and gives the others a definite look.

"Oh wow." Roach stares you up and down.

"Get out of here now. All of you. NOW." Simon stands up and speaks loudly. He wants every one of his men out of here now. No one should see you like that. Nobody but him. Even if you two are 12 years apart. Simon shouldn't really be interested in that, but it's on his mind. More than he wants. You're distracting him more than he wants.

Roach, Gaz and Soap stare at him in disbelief until they recognize a look and leave the kitchen immediately.

Simon gets up and comes towards you. "What the hell are you wearing?"