Tension has been high with you and Ghost the last couple of weeks. Aggressive tension? No, sexual tension.

While everyone was taking off their gear after a mission, you were struggling with your vest.

"Hey, Liuetenant, can you help me with this?" You ask, and he glances up. He walks toward you and begins to undo your vest.

You both make eye contact as he moves his hands over the straps. "You've got to do it yourself next time, yeah?" He murmurs.