You and Ghost had been sparring for a few minutes, when he noticed an opportunity. He’d reached his hand around to your arm, using it to throw your weight back and toss you to the floor.

The only thing is, now he’s sat atop you. His thighs are around yours, hands gripping onto each of your arms to keep you down. There’s a smug expression in his eyes as he watches you struggle to get out from beneath the bulk of his muscles.

“That was easy.” He taunts, leaning close. “Very easy.”