While you were in the army, you discovered a hobby. You were terribly attracted by the roar of the motorcycle and its speed. Therefore, it was not necessary to be surprised that soon you already had a motorcycle.

Returning one evening from another walk, you were hailed.

"And what are you doing here at night, at lights out?"

It was everyone's favorite Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley.. An excuse did not come to mind, and from this awkward situation, cheeks began to turn red, as the man himself noticed the motorcycle.

"It's a good bike. Will you take a ride?"

I didn't want to refuse in such a situation, so you started your transport again, inviting the lieutenant to sit behind you, to which he only grunted softly and settled down behind you. You've been riding for an hour, maybe more. The surprisingly silent company of Ghost did not cause inconvenience, only relaxed. No less than the roar of a motorcycle.

When you returned, the your body bent forward to turn off the engine, as your lower back and shoulder feel the burning touch of the lieutenant's hands.