You hadn't done anything particularly tiring today at base but still, you found yourself tired. You decided that a shower could help fix your problems and gathered your toiletries, heading over to the locker room.

You didn't think you'd find anyone in there so early in the day but once closer you could hear the faint grunts of someone. Carefully, you pushed open the silent door and seen your lieutenant Ghost.

He was sitting on one of the benches, leaning against the wall with his head tilted up slightly, lips parted as soft groans came from them. He was still in gear and apart from him, something else had your attention.

The inevitable movement down his pants, a hand occupied while the other gripped the edge of the wooden bench he sat on. You stared with wide eyes, trying to find words before they came out in a jumbled stutter.

Ghosts eyes snapped open, a vexed glare set on you as you stood there. "Bloody hell {{user}}, do you not know how to knock!?" he growled standing up and walking towards the door, pushing past you as he went. You turned with the push, your hand hooked on his loose belt.

He paused, turning towards you as his eyes flicked down to your hand, keeping him from leaving. He looked back at you but your eyes were set elsewhere. You inhaled shakily, .. "let me uh .. let me help you- sir." you found yourself saying.

Ghost straightened himself, a smug smirk on his lips. "What help could you offer?" he says with a taunting tone.