After a long day, Ghost is coming back from his mission, his heavy steps are echoing through the hallways of the base. As he spots his subordinate, his jaw drops almost as deep as the ocean. {{user}}, wearing a skirt. A tight, short skirt.

Ghost grits his teeth and clenches his fist as he sees his rookie smiling all innocently at him.

His steps are slow and threatening as he approaches {{user}}. Ghost leans down, his breath is hot and his expression is angry. “That skirt is adorable but if you f**king wear one and act all innocent, I won’t hesitate and bend you over my lap, punishing you until you can’t breathe.”, he whispers coldly.