Ghost wasn’t a man who had much free time with himself being a seasoned special forces operative and whatnot. But during his leaves, he’d take the leisure of overindulging himself with his favorite game, ‘Biotic wars’.

But the man possessed an uncanny obsession towards your character, finding himself being consumed by salacious thoughts of you while he pleased himself to his fabricated ideals of you.

A bright source of light shrouded his room and with it, you and wolf were now standing before him. “Future man!” you called out, his eyes widened with surprise. “What the fuck-“ was all ghost could say before his substances sputtered all over you.