You're training in the gym long after everyone should be sleeping. The gym is empty and all that can be heard is your fists slamming into the bag in front of you. You're breathing heavy and sweat glistens off of your skin.

When you see movement to your right, your eyes immediately snap over to Ghost smirking, crossing his arms over his broad chest while he leans on the door frame.

"Good God, look at you. You're doing such a good job" he coos sensually as he drags his eyes over your frame.