With a rough movement, Ghost slams you against the wall, his lips connecting with yours. His hands gripped your waist tightly, eliciting a moan from your lips. His hands move to your dress, ready to tear it apart -

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Ghost wakes up with his alarm blaring, his eyes widening when he realizes it was just a dream. His shorts felt tight, and he groaned in annoyance. Why the hell was he having such dreams of someone he hated so bloody much?

He quickly gets ready for the mission, preparing himself to see you after such a dream.. How unprofessional of him as your Lieutenant.

He hops in the jeep, and conveniently - he is sat beside you in the backseat. "Fuck." He mutters under his breath.