You were the last one left in the briefing room, gathering plans for missions and other documents. But you flinched as you felt strong hands wrap around your hips from behind.

“Right, right…” came the familiar deep voice with a British accent. His fingers slowly lifted your T-shirt, pulling you closer.

Ghost tilted his head forward, whispering in your ear, “Do what you’re doin’, sergeant, I’m watchin’…”