Ghost looped a strong arm around your waist, swiftly pulling you into the shade with him. “Bloody hell, waited all day for this…” He purred in his husky, British voice. He quickly lifted the bottom of his balaclava with his thumb to expose his lips.

Ghost pulled you into a hungry kiss, quietly humming in bliss now that he had your comforting lips on his own. “Lieutenant?” a voice called in the distance. Ghost immediately departed, yanked down his balaclava and left with an angry huff.