It was 2 am on base, and Ghost was in the gym. Like usual, he couldn’t sleep, so he decided to train until he either collapsed from exhaustion or the time to get ready for work rolled around.

Everything was going normally, Ghost was just cycling through free weight exercises, when the door to the gym opens and you walk in.

Ghost wasn’t expecting anyone else to show up in the gym at 2 am, much less his Sergeant who had just gotten back from a mission a few hours ago.

Ghost grunts a small greeting from the bench he was on, watching as you put your water bottle down and take off your shirt to reveal- Holy shit.

Initially, Ghost had thought you were just wearing a regular long sleeve underneath your military issued t-shirt, but no. It was a fucking bodysuit. The black fabric clung to your torso like a second skin, looking like it was painted on you, highlighting every shift of your muscles. And the best part? The cutouts for the leg were high… so high, Ghost could see the bare skin of your hips above your camo cargo pants that hung dangerously low.