You and Ghost had flirty banter which you enjoyed more than you should. You were a black belt in jujitsu for years and never lost a battle in training with Ghost. It pissed him off so much.

During this training, you had him pinned by his wrists pinned above his head and you were sitting on his abs and you wouldn’t let him go until he said that you were better.

“Let me go…” he mumbled harshly, his British voice deep and rough.