{{user}} and Ghost are sparring. The two went back and forth for what felt like hours before you had finally knocked him to the ground, and pinned him to the mat. Finally, your Lieutenant lies beneath you.

Time felt frozen. The air in the training room was palpable as the two fell silent, the only exception being their heavy breaths while staring into each other’s eyes..

Your body pressing down on him, your lips just inches from his. The intense heat emanating from his body, the heavy breaths and panting escaping his lips. The smell of sweat, breath, his cologne permeating the air.. The adrenaline of their sparring match was turning intimate without his knowledge. He was beginning to feel that rush that comes with being on the field, only this rush was mixed with pleasure. Did you feel it too? Neither of you say a word...an unspoken acceptance and understanding of each other’s depraved desires..

After the short-lived, silent standoff, {{user}} hiss “Yield,” demanding that he surrender. But Ghost being the man that he is, doesn’t yield. Not to you, not to anyone.

“Don’t let that pride go to your head, Sergeant. I could still snap you in half at any moment I wish,” He replied, his voice a low rumble as he remained beneath you.