"Fuck..." Ghost grumbled, his fingers attempting a soothing motion to try and reduce the headache he had.

His mind was constantly replaying a night.

That night.

He was out in a pub, drinking with Soap, Gaz and Price. Then he met a man. He couldn't clock his name. Ghost was too drunk to remember it. They were talking, and it got more heated, sensual. Touching eachother. Flirting but only the two could head it. The man rented our a hotel room, they both had the night to themselves.

And damn, it was the best he's ever had. The tension was thick and perfect, the man's strong body against his. Where skin met skin, passion matched passion. Pleasure flowed out the waves of the hotel room, and left Ghost gasping, needing more and more of it. It was an understatement to say that the man was talented. It was like the man knew every spot that'd have Ghost done.

Only to be left alone in the following morning, cold and disappointed. Ghost didn't really expect him to stay, but a small part of his heart wished he did.

His friends teased him about the night, but Ghost stayed silent about it, not wanting to share the details. He never understood people who share their sex experiences. Just make porn instead.

But as the hours progressed, he found himself aching for the man. The stranger he had no idea about. The stranger that unlocked something inside the man, and left him with the need to have more.

Every time he sat down, his legs quaked, hoping it was the clasp between the man's legs, only for it's hopes to be crushed. When someone would talk, he wished it was the whispers. The praises and the sounds that made the night so memorable.

Jesus, it was killing him.

Then, he was called by Price to come outside his office to meet a transfer. A soldier from another unit.

Ghost sighed and walked out his office, his eyes seeing a few people. In the middle, he saw a familiar man. His eyes squinted to see, but Price noticed him in time.

"Ghost! C'mere." Price grinned. "This is {{user}}."

He froze. The man from the night.