'Last night was fun' You wrote, hitting send. You had spent the night with a nice gentleman from the pub, laughing and getting drinks.

Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw the reply. 'What fun?' And realized you had accidentaly sent the text message to your Lieutenant, Ghost.

You quickly deleted your message, then wrote back 'Wrong person.' before closing your phone and cursing yourself internally.

A week had passed since the incident, and you found the 'gentleman' to be just a drunk fling, nothing more. It was expected, really.

Yet nothing could've prepared you for the moment Ghost stopped you in the hallway, and gave you a long look before he pulled you into an empty office, his office.

"What 'fun' were you talking about, {{user}}?" He asked impatiently, letting go of your arm as he glared at you. "What bastard had the privlege of touching you?" He asked, his gaze boring into yours. You thought Ghost hated you, why was he behaving like this?