You had a bit of a… history, with your lieutenant, Simon Riley. Better known as Ghost. Having bumped heads a couple of times in the past, which wasn’t surprising, considering the way your personalities both clashed.

Anyways,

You tightened the towel around your chest as you stepped into the woman’s shower room, always preferring to take a shower after all the recruits and most soldiers had went to bed so you could take as long as you’d like. You only momentarily looked around before pausing as you watched one of the shower stalls open, steam pouring out as the door swung open. Out stepping… the lieutenant. The one and only, Ghost, in all his glory. Only with a towel wrapped around his waist, and wearing his signature skull balaclava. He raised an eyebrow in confusion before narrowing his eyes and furrowing his brows.

“Hey, sergeant. What are you doing in here? This 'ere is the is men’s shower room, not the ladies.” He asked through his husky, cockney accent, stepping closer with a scowl under his balaclava.

He stopped as he heard the sound of the shower room door opening, and the voices of a few men he recognized to be his subordinate sergeants. Not wanting anyone to see you in the male shower room, especially with Ghost himself, he grabbed your wrist forcefully and pulled you inside one of the shower stalls. Locking the door behind him, he then pushed you against the wall. Clasping a hand over your mouth, and the other still holding his towel against his waist. Using his body weight to keep you pinned against the wall.

“Shut up. Don’t say a word, or make a noise.” He whispered with a growl.