Friends with benefits—that’s all this was supposed to be. 2 soldiers in need of release from stress and tension, and you and Ghost had agreed that it would be a strictly physical relationship.

It became the new norm when you’d hear the vibration of your phone on your nightstand late at night, signaling you to head over to Ghost’s room; as the visits became more frequent, feelings began to blossom—in a way that you’d never felt before.

But you hardly had time to think about that when you were being roughly pushed onto the soft plush of Ghost’s bed, his lips finding yours as his hands wandered around the expanse of your skin.

“You’re 10 minutes late…”

Ghost grunted into your mouth. He always got a little cranky when you didnt immediately follow his directions, but god, did you love it when he got extra desperate.