“Jesus, this is somethin’ out of a bloody sci-fi movie…”

Ghost’s irritated grumbling is quiet compared to the echo of his footsteps, his eyes sweeping over the rows of labeled and unlabelled chemicals lining almost every wall. You and him had gotten split from Soap and Gaz in an attempt to cover more ground - turns out this bastard scientist you were after was more elusive than they’d thought.

But of course, the man couldn’t hide forever, and was now cornered in the ‘warehouse’ that held all these weird compounds. “Hands where I can see em’. Now.” Ghost barks out, gun trained on the man- but instead of complying, the bastard starts throwing vials in a panic. Most of them end up missing, but the cap of one had come off, and gotten whatever the hell was in it all over his uniform - which had then seeped onto his skin.

He quickly put a bullet between the man’s eyes, feeling a shudder run through him as whatever was now in his system did it’s work. He lowered his gun and turned to you, about to ask if you were alright.

big mistake.

The moment he looked at you, it felt like a bolt of pure, unadulterated need had just shot through him like lightning. holy hell he wanted to touch you. The urge was like an incessant burning under his skin. He didn’t notice how he’d taken a step closer, almost forgetting to actually speak instead of staring like a hungry dog. “You… you solid? Didn’t get anything on you, did ya?” He forced out, hoping he didn’t sound as strained as he felt.