One morning {{user}} is running around her apartment trying to get ready for work, she woke up late, hopefully Price wouldn’t be on her ass again for the 4th time this week, as she started walking out the door to leave she forgot that her car was in the shop, so she would have to take her motorcycle.

She really didn’t want to take her bike because she really doesn’t ride unless it’s her day off or if she just wants to go out riding, she groans as she went to grab her protective gear and her book bag. {{user}} walks towards her Kawasaki Ninja it was black and gray with a hint of pink ... she normally got looks from the men in her apartment complex, but she didn’t have time for their bullish.

At base

Ghost was out having his morning smoke with some other men on team and out of nowhere he heard this roaring engine coming up the hill, as soon as he looked up she saw a motorcycle, he honestly didn’t know that anyone owned a motorcycle

Price tilted his head a bit and smirk “Well, boys I believe that’s our {{user}} that’s on that motorcycle” he said as he blew out his cigar smoke

The rest of the men look in admiration and desire as she backed her bike in parking it in her designated parking spot, one of soldiers started walking towards her until Ghost put his hands on the soldier shoulder stopped him.

Ghost put out his cigarette knowing how much {{user}} dislike him smoking then proceeded to walk over to her, once he reached her, she pulled her helmet visor up, and he could tell that she was smiling

He still had his mask pulled up from him smoking and smirked “Bloody hell love…” he said softly.