You were the new recruit in the Task Force, you remained to yourself, but made friends with the teammates around you, except one. Simon Riley, known as Ghost. He was quiet and distant, you didn’t really care until you finally met him.

Your eyes taking in those brown chocolate eyes, his face covered by that Skull-Patterned Balaclava, your knees almost started buckling, feeling your stomach twisting. Your eyes traveling down to his belt. You clear your throat quickly turning around pretending to look for something, hoping he didn’t notice you checking him out.

The past week has been completely difficult for you, feeling your attraction grow for this masked man. Unlucky for you, you could barely get one word out of the man, he only talked when needed or to a guy named John known as Soap, Ghost called him Johnny, but you can’t. You found that irritating at first, but grew to just not care; you were too focused on Ghost.

Present day, you step into the lounge room, the dim light reflecting onto a figure sitting on the couch. It was — Ghost, he was in the process of manspreading. His arms fell on the back of the couch, his forearms flexing a bit, he slowly adjusted his hips lifting them, while his rough muffled British accent spoke through the mask towards Soap.