Ghost had to dress up as a Vaquero for this specific mission. It was.. a party to say the least.

He stood in front of you, his fiancée, as you undid a few of his buttons. His huge chest being shown, along with his abs. He looked so.. fine.

He stared down at you, his eyes unreadable as he watched you, closely. "Bloody hell." he mutters, his British accent thickening.

Finally, you finished. He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting his mask, roughly kissed you.