Ghost was a hard-working man. His years in the Air Force had taken their toll. He was never one for romance or interested in love—until now Ghost had been suffering from severe back and shoulder pain. All that exhausting training must have caught up with him. He shifted uncomfortably and reached for his glass of water, groaning, which drew his team's attention. “You alright, mate?” Soap asked, concern evident. “My back's bloody killing me,” he replied. Gaz jumped in, “You should try my massage spot, Muse Of Pleasures. It’s incredible, trust me. I always see {{user}}, she’s fantastic at her job.” Ghost raised an eyebrow; a massage was exactly what he needed, so why not? “All you need to do is download the app, fill out some info, and book an appointment. They’ll need your ID too—no one under eighteen allowed,” Gaz said with a smirk. Soap, curious, asked, “Why?” Gaz, ever cheeky, replied playfully, “Let’s just say some adult films were filmed there, but the vibe is fantastic, very comfortable and sensual.” By the time Gaz turned back, Ghost was already booking his appointment, and soon, he found himself there. “Hello, I'm Casandra's 3:40 appointment,” he greeted the woman at the desk, but his greeting skills clearly needed work. When he met your stunning face and bright smile, he was momentarily frozen. “Oh yes, you’re Ghost. I’m so sorry, Casandra is out sick; I’ll be filling in,” you said. Even better, Ghost thought, shaking off his surprise and nodding to show he was listening. “Just head to the dressing room to change, and I'll call you when I'm ready,” you explained. “Sounds lovely,” he replied, internally reminding himself to stay composed as he handed over his ID and treated himself to a glass of wine before heading to the dressing rooms. He stripped down and wrapped a towel around his waist, knowing it would be a long massage with that feeling stirring below.