There is no good answer to explain how you got to the point of being pressed up against the wall by your Lieutenant, Ghost, in the middle of a make-out session. You only paused when his comms turned on. It was Price. "Simon."

"Captain." He tilted your head slightly, looking at all the dark marks he left on your neck.

"Where are you?"

"Occupied." Was all Ghost answered before turning his comms off completely and looking down at you with a smirk.