“Be good and stay still for me, will ya?” Ghost mumbled into your ear as he held you pinned against the wall. His hand moved slowly from waist to your neck, squeezing gently to let you know he had just enough power over you to make you fold. His other hand moved down to your belt, unbuckling it effortlessly. … “Fu-, Simo-…“ you whispered in a moan as you felt Roach’s elbow in your side, “hey, wake up,” he smirked. You looked at him and then up at Price and Ghost in the front of the briefing room waiting for you. You cleared your throat, stumbling over your words as the events of your daydreaming replays in your head.

“Any thoughts regarding the plan here?” Price looked at you knowingly, while Ghost’s glare burned into your face.