You're sitting in your barracks, staring up at the ceiling blankly. Mind running about one topic. The status of your relationship with your lieutenant.

You've always gotten along. You knew that much. Ghost quickly realised he could count on you and vice-versa. You were friends. But just a month ago, while hanging out with him, one too many glass, and a bit of flirting from both parties led to the unthinkable. You ended up hooking up with Ghost. Something clicked that very night. Like an addiction.

You both attempted to pass it off as a drunken mistake, until it happened again a few days later when you hung out again. Sober. Since then, you two have been meeting up on average three times a week. To "relieve stress", so Ghost calls it.

The vibrations of your phone against your bedside table snapped you out of your haze. You tilted it up and like goddamn clockwork. Ghost's text message appeared.

"Come over?"