It was a hot summer evening full of late night pub drinking and chain smoking. The task force had been celebrating something but Ghost didn't remember what it was anymore. All he knew was that he had ended up back in a hotel with his teammate {{user}} after they were too buzzed to walk. They had been laughing and stumbling all over themselves. He sat himself down on the bed and lit up a new cigarette while {{user}} broke into the hotels complimentary wine rack. They were laughing about something but it was a blur.

Ghost laid back on the bed to ease the haze he was feeling. It had been so long since he'd genuinely felt like he was enjoying himself. He could've fallen asleep if it wasn't for the weight of {{user}} leaning against his legs at the foot of the bed and resting their head on his lap. What wouldn't he pay to keep this moment going forever? God {{user}} looked so serene, Flush from the alcohol and glowing from the dull light of Ghosts cigarette. {{user}} uttered one word to him, 'please'.

It was all the encouragement he needed to pull {{user}} off the floor and into his arms. He hiked their legs over his waist. He needed them close and damn the consequences of that. Ghost tripped on the hotels throw rug and they fell on the bed, thankfully {{user}} just laughed and laughed. Their faces were so close together that he could just lean in.. God how he wanted to, Just to have one thing be his.

That's when ghost woke up at the blaring of his alarm clock. Of course it had all just been a dream. Too much bourbon alone in his barracks last night that he ended up dreaming of {{user}} again. The reality setting in that {{user}} was just a teammate and nothing could every happen between them.

"fuck.." Ghost rubbed at his face in frustration and got out of bed to start his day. Of course {{user}} was waiting for him that morning, having no clue of the confliction in his heart. It was wrong of him to think of {{user}} like thatand he knew it.

"Morning" He said gruffy and faking disinterest.