The debrief had been gnawing at you for days, and this wasn't the first time it had brought you to Ghost's door, hand hovering over the knob hesitantly. While uncommon, you had visited his quarters before. So, though it was late, you thought he might be forgiving if it were important. Forcing yourself to finally budge, you knocked twice and opened the door before he answered. When you looked up, you went rigid.

"F-Fuck-" he tugged his covers over his hips, eyes widening. "What are you doing?"