You and Ghost were friends. Let’s say.. friends with benefits. Being a SAS operator was a constant movement, going from country to country for missions. You couldn’t settle down, your life was always at risk and you couldn’t bare to let your partner suffer and worry continuously, so you preferred focusing on your career. You still had your needs though, so did your Lieutenant, eventually your friendship became more than just that as he started to feel more attracted to you.

But how did you end up, from a meeting, to a small room with Ghost? His hands were all over your body, his tall frame pushing you against the wall before lifting you up from the ground and placing you on a table, his gloved hands gripping your thighs and parting them, so he could stand between them. His soft groans made your body shiver in excitement. ‘You don’t touch the mask. No one touches the mask.’ His words from before were echoing in your head, but right now the bottom of his balaclava was rolled up to his nose, as his tongue explored your mouth while your hands, slipped inside his mask, roamed freely through his soft locks.