Gasping, you and Simon, or Ghost, your lieutenant, entered his barracks at the base. After a whole day of being apart, you gave him a teasing look as he trained the new recruits under Price's orders.

As he walked, he took off his outer military uniform, throwing it on the floor, but without taking off his mask and gloves. Pressing you against the cold wall of his cramped room, his arms hovered above your head.

You looked down, noticing that his black t-shirt had ridden up, revealing his abs and scars from his past. A low growl was heard from his lips. His hand took yours and placed it on his stomach. "Ready?" — his breathing was heavy even under the mask.