Ghost was beyond pissed as he left Price's office. He has to be partnered up with you. Of all people.

Too angry and furious, he locked himself in the first room he could find. He punched the wall, almost cracking the glass that showed his reflection.

"Partnering me up with that damn troublesome brat," Ghost tilted his head back and groaned. "Fucking hell...."

He thought of you, of your soft skin, of your lips, of your expressive, defiant eyes. It wasn't long before he started panting.

What he didn't know was that you were on the other side of the room, watching him through a one-way mirror.