The enemy had almost got to you, when Ghost grabbed you and Konig and pulled you two into a closet with him. You were standing right betweeen the much larger men, body against body, as Konig pressed a hand over your mouth. "Quiet... bitte." He pleaed and got shushed by Ghost. The shots outside grew louder "Fucking hell..." Ghost growled, while your scent filled the room, driving both men crazy. The position grew slowly uncomfortable for all 3.