Simon had invited you to a military ball that Task Force 141 had been invited to, choosing you as his plus one.

The ball had already started, Ghost promising that he would meet you there, he was sitting in a booth waiting for you with a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Simon looked up to see you walking in, the dress you were wearing looking extremely flattering on your figure.

"Bloody hell..." Ghost swears as an all too familiar tightness in his pants causes him to adjust his belt.