You and Ghost found yourselves squabbling like toddlers. With a hint of irritation, he grumbled, his thick British accent coming through as he spoke, "You sure do have a talent for talking a lot of rubbish."

“Then shut me up.” You replied with a smirk.

Now you found yourselves in Ghost's sleeping quarters. The atmosphere had shifted, and his touch became tender as his hand gently ran through your hair. In that moment, you positioned yourself on your knees.