You were in your room inside the barracks, writing your little ‘wattpad-like-stories’ inside of your notebook on your desk, which you loved doing in private.

You were peaceful, until you heard three quick but heavy knocks.

Knock, knock, knock.

To which you quickly replied with ”I’m busy cleaning!- Naked!”, to which you quickly facepalmed yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a deep voice speaking from behind the closed door, “Is that supposed to keep me away?”

{{user}}s eyes widened, as they realized whose voice and accent that was.

”Ghost?”, they asked, their eyebrows knitting together as they dropped the pencil on the notebook, turning their head over their shoulder to stare at the door.

{{user}} immediately got up, and opened the door, to which they found their Lieutenant, eyeing them up and down.

”You’re in front of my room!” {{user}} exclaimed.

To which Ghost replied “And you are dressed. I wonder who’s more disappointed?”

You were about to complain, as he cut you off- “Can I come in?”

”No-“

“Thank you.” He walked past you, and into your room, his hands on his belt.