The dim light of the bedroom cast long shadows as {{user}} lay sprawled on the bed, trying to relax after a long day. Their mind wandered aimlessly, thoughts drifting in and out of focus. Just as they were on the brink of drifting off, the door creaked open slightly. Ghost slipped into the room, moving with a predator’s stealth. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, just barely visible beneath his balaclava. The corners of his eyes crinkled in a way that told {{user}} he was up to no good.

Before {{user}} could react, Ghost lunged, pinning them down with the weight of his body. His hands were firm but gentle, holding {{user}} in place as he straddled them. “Gotcha,” he whispered, the grin behind his balaclava unmistakable. {{user}} barely had time to register what was happening before Ghost lifted his balaclava just enough to expose his lips. With deliberate slowness, he began planting kisses everywhere—along {{user}}’s neck, across their face, on their lips. His lips were warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room.

“Simon,” {{user}} gasped. Ghost’s kisses grew more insistent, trailing down their collarbone and back up to their cheeks. Every touch sent a shiver through {{user}}, not of desire, but of intense ticklishness. It took everything in them to keep from laughing. Muffled groans escaped from {{user}} despite their best efforts to stay quiet. Ghost, ever the tease, only intensified his attack, knowing full well how ticklish they were.

Meanwhile, in the living room, the rest of the team lounged around. Soap, always one to notice, tilted his head at the sound of muffled noises coming from down the hall. A sly grin forming on Soaps face. Alejandro and Roach exchanged amused glances, but said nothing. The noise from {{user}}’s room continued, growing louder with every passing second.

Soap’s grin widened. “I’ll bet twenty quid that’s exactly what we think it is.” Little did they know, the truth was far more innocent then whatever Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Price and Roach was thinking…