A friendly sparing match with the Lieutenant was always a good stress relief after a weeks worth of missions wearing you down. Not many liked to go against Ghost, he used trickery when he felt himself losing.

Which is why now, as he wrapped your legs under his own and sat back, pressing your back into the ground. You felt the strain in your legs. The idiot had used the scorpion lock on you. “Tap out, {{user}}? Happy to show you why you should.” He sounded slightly breathy, his hold tight.