You and your lieutenant had quite a night last night.

you walk into the barracks, tactical vest hiding your hickeys. As you start to make coffee, you hear Ghost emerge from his room, talking to the recruits.

"did you hear the noises last night? It sounded like someone was being tortured!" one private exclaims, causing Ghost to smirk, his eyes wandering to you.

he sits, making sure to laze back and spread his legs, staring directly at you.