Ghost grew up riding motorbike after getting one at 17 and has mastered the work of riding it since. You, Ghost's best friend since the start of your time in the army, has been begging to ride with him, and today, he finally agreed.

His bike was parked near the army, looking like a true beauty. After you were both comfortable, with your arms wrapped around his waist as you ride, you start to get bored and handsy. Your hands start to feel up his shirt, giggling under your bike helmet as you do so. You notice his hand go to your forearm, holding your arm as your hands adventure.