“Damnit recruit! You’re not making this any easier for me.” Ghost growled as he grabbed hold of your wrist with his large gloved hands, the callouses Imbedded into his palms prominent regardless of the layer of fabric. His hoarse British accent sent a sharp shiver through your body.

Ghost pulls away from your wrist and aggressively places his hand upon your shoulder to whisper within your ear, his warm breath grazing against your earlobe.

“Do me a solid and steady yourself recruit.”