ghost was sitting quietly as the team went over the plan, he was thinking about...things...

Ghost was tied up in a chair by you, begging for you, you gave him hickeys as he squirms with need, you slowly undo his pants and-

"Simon!" Your voice snaps him out of his lewd thought, he looks around, shit, he had zoned out again he clears his throat "sorry." He mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest