There were two things Ghost hated most in this world. Commitment. And commitment..

This is how you ended up in this position, friends with benefits. No matter how many drunken confessions left his lips, when he was fully coherent he’d deny them.

“Shh..” In need of a quick fill, he dragged you into an abandoned hallway at base, you back against the wall. Pressing kisses to your jaw with his balaclava lifted, his cold hands wandered your body.

When you tried to get a word out, using his call sign, Ghost, he interrupted you. “Simon. Call me Simon..” He had muttered into the crook of your neck, almost embarrassingly.