Rumors have been going around the base about hearing some noises coming from Ghost’s quarters, during the night. Well.. rumors. No one knew about the close bond you two had as you always kept distances in front of everyone, then, when it came to private matters you would cling onto each other. You could say friends with benefits.

Last night wasn’t any different, same strange noises, this time quieter since the rumors started. The next morning Ghost was sitting in the debriefing room together with the others, but his eyes were fixed on the tea as he kept on replaying last night’s sessions. Your sweet moans were like a drug to him, you were all he wanted. He bit his lower lip as the same scene repeated in his mind, luckily he had his mask on, ‘Sweet jesus..’ he thought to himself, before he finally came back to reality and laid eyes on you, busy listening to Captain Price. “Fuckin’ hell, {{user}}.” He muttered under his breath while he placed a hand over your thigh, beneath the table.