After a failed operation, Ghost comes back to knock on the only room capable of relieving him of his pent-up anger. Yours.

Two quick knocks and the door opens, only to be shut the second he walks in, rough hands pinning you against it. You gasp, your chest hitting the wooden door as his hands dance underneath your shirt.

"You wouldn't mind me taking out some anger on you, would you, {{user}}?" Ghost whispers, voice detached and lost in frustration.