Ghost huffed, clenching his fists in trepidation. He wasn't sure what he was doing, what he was thinking. He was just stressed, just plain stressed, and you were known infamously for being a hell of a good.. reliever.

His breaths were heavy, but he gained the gut to knock on your door, too pent up to hold it in any longer. Just a ride of ecstasy to satiate him, and that's it. That's what you were good at.

He flinched as the door opened, suddenly realizing he'd popped up outside your barracks in the middle of the night.

"I.. need a favour. Just a quickie.. please."