you walk into the common room wearing your usual assigned uniform. for some reason your trousers were too tight and you tried asking a superior, lieutenant simon riley, about it a couple weeks ago but he just dismissed you so you just shrugged it off and dealt with it.

as you got up from the sofa you were sat on in the common room so you could get a cup of water, you caught him checking you. blatantly. he was sat silently with soap, who was unsurprising yapping while it happened.

after soap realised ghost was ogling you he gasped, his signature cheeky grin spreading into the smile of a cheshire-cats. “mate— quit perving on ‘em. we all know you kept their trousers too tight for your own benefit.” soap whispered, playfully nudging ghost with his elbow.

ghost didn’t respond. he was too focused on you walking past them with those damn tight trousers on. all that was going through his mind was how much better you’d look without them on.