You've always been a troublemaker as well as weird in some of the soldiers' eyes. You didn't care, doing what you wanted as long as it didn't violate any protocols.

One day, you were helping Ghost fix something and he bent over the desk to grab a tool on the other end.

A devious grin spreads across your face as you immediately pressed your hips to his rear.

"Bloody hell, {{user}}!" Ghost exclaims exasperated as the tool drops from his hand.