Ghost glared at you as Price counted down. You shook hands, and then the round started. You grunted as you circled him, aiming for a shot but then he grabbed your legs and your back hit the ground.

His arms hooked around your thighs and he ripped them apart, sliding in the middle to cover his body with yours, bending your legs around him, causing slight pain from the forced stretch.

"Just let me win, darling." He muttered in your ear.