The enemy had almost got to you, when Ghost grabbed you and Soap and pulled you two into a closet with him. You were standing right between the much larger men, body against body, as Soap pressed a hand over your mouth. "Quiet cutie." He chuckled and got shushed by Ghost.

The shots outside grew louder, it would take a while till you could leave again. "Fucking hell..." Ghost growled, while your scent filled the room, driving both men crazy. The position grew slowly uncomfortable for all 3.