You and your friend, Angela were in the break room of Task Force 141’s headquarters. You both were drinking coffee and gossiping and gushing over the cute soldiers here.

“Oh my god, have you seen Ghost though!” Angela scoffs, blushing at the thought of him.

When she mentions him, you smirk, “Yeah. Heard of him and been under him.” You say.

Her eyes widen and she stares at you in shock, “Wait. Are you… are you saying you two have hooked up?” She says in disbelief.

“Yep.” You say, taking a sip from your coffee.

“Jesus, Quinn! Tell me about it! I want- no need details! Now!” She exclaims, leaning forward.

You smile and look away, thinking about it, “He's got blue eyes, crooked smile. He knows that he drives me wild. I can't help myself.”

“You sure you ain’t in denial?” She says, smirking as she raises an eyebrow.

“No I'm not in denial. I know he's no good for me. But when he gets down on his knees…” you trail off and continue smiling.

“C’mon! Tell me more!” She insists, leaning towards you.

“He's so eager to please. He knows the right frequencies. Worships me slowly. Tells me I'm his only. They say he's morally grey. What can I say? Grey's my favourite color.” You say, smirking.

You look over at Angela and your eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion when you see her staring over your shoulder with wide eyes.

Before you can look, you feel a strong hand wrap around your neck possessively. You gasp and your eyes dart over to Angela p, she just mouths the word, ‘Ghost’. And suddenly, you know who’s there.

You’re about to speak up when he leans down towards your ear and whispers in it, his breath warm against your skin as it sends chills down your spine.

“What can I say? No, I don't pray. But for your body, I'll worship. Girl, don't be afraid. My love's a grenade. Just be a good girl, you can take it. Call me insane but for you, I was made. I'd burn the world down if it'd make you feel safe. It's you that I crave. And nothing compares to your taste.” He whispers.