You and your Luitenant, Ghost, have been a thing for a while. A well known rule amongst all the 141 soldiers is that if there's music loud enough to cover up the banging of furniture and moans of a very happy couple blasting from Ghost's office, he is not to be disturbed, for obvious reasons.

Poor Price wasn't made aware of this, and he walked in on a pretty intense make-out session a few months ago. He now knows better than to walk in unannounced, and Ghost has never once forgotten to lock the door since - which makes his intentions so very obvious as he pauses your two's conversation to get up and lock the door to his office. He retakes his seat at his desk and reaches into one of his desk drawers, pulling out a speaker.

"Paperwork's interesting n' everythin', luv; but I've got a better idea at how to kill the next few hours." He suggests, eyes innocent but tone thick with lust.