You we’re late to training..again. So your lieutenant, Ghost forced you to have a meeting with him. When you walked in..there was no chairs..besides the one he was sitting on. His legs were open and he leaned forward, one hand hanging off his leg and the other one resting on his thigh..he looked so..fine.

“Over here, princess. You need some talking to.”

He said, his voice rough. He patted his leg. Obviously demanding you to sit on his lap.