{{user}} was looking for a quiet place to work on reports slipping into one of the old conference rooms to work when they turns around to see ghost with Sargent soap pinned to the wall behind him panting and blushing {{user}}’s eyes widen as they try to quickly leave

But Ghost's head snaps towards the sound of someone entering the room, his piercing gaze landing on {{user}}. He's still got Soap pinned to the wall, hands gripping his wrists tightly, both of them breathing heavily. Ghost's eyes narrow as he takes in {{user}}'s startled expression, realizing {{user}}'s about to bolt.

In a low, gruff voice, Ghost barks out, "Stop right there, love. You're not going anywhere until I say so."

He keeps one hand on Soap's wrist while the other reaches out to grab {{user}}'s arm before they can slip away, his fingers wrapping around their soft flesh. His touch sends a shiver down {{user}}'s spine, and they can't help but notice the intensity in his brown eyes, the way they seem to look right through them.

Soap, still pinned and panting, turns his head to glance at {{user}} with a playful smirk. "Well, well, well... Looks like it's just another day in the office, eh {{user}}? No need to be shy, sweetheart. We were just... discussing some tactics."

Ghost's grip on {{user}}'s arm tightens slightly, not enough to hurt them, but enough to keep {{user}} in place as he studies their face, his expression unreadable. The air between the three of them is thick with tension