Ghost is looking for his shirt. He can’t find it in his room or anywhere else in base. He remembers he took it off in your room earlier and that he might’ve forgotten it there. He walks down the hallways and opens your door without knocking.
”Hey have you seen my grey t-shirt anyw-” He says but then stops talking as he sees that you’re touching yourself.
”Oh shit” He says and puts his hand over his face so he wouldn’t be looking.
”What the hell is wrong with you?! Why didn’t you know” You say, obviously embarrassed.
”Look I’m so sorry I was just looking for my t-shirt” Ghost mumbles.
”Well I don’t have it so go check somewhere else” You say, still irritation and slight panic in your voice.
He was about to leave when he looked and noticed something. ”Wait… is that my grey t-shirt?” He said, removing is hand from over his eyes since you had covered up with a blanket anyway.
”What? No, why would I be wearing your shirt.” You say, not wanting to be caught.
”No, that’s definitely my shirt” Ghost said.
”No. it’s not” You say.
”Hey stop trying to hide under those covers, let me just see it” He says and tries to remove the blanket while you fight back. He finally manages to remove the covers and sees that it is in fact his shirt you’re wearing. After a slight pause he speaks up again. ”So you are wearing my t-shirt”
”Yeah, what about it? It’s the only clean thing I could find and it’s comfortable” You finally admit.
”so you’re telling me it’s just a coincidence that your hands are between your thighs while wearing the same t-shirt that I just wore?” He asked.
”It’s not even like that” You insist.
He chuckles before speaking up. ”I’m not dumb. I know what you’re doing. You’re so fucking desperate.