You walked with your lieutenant Ghost around the back of the SAS base on orders, checking out the military trucks parked there. You repeatedly noticed his brown eyes peering at you from behind his skull mask as you walked side by side. The tension was noticeable between you.

As you walked between two more trucks, a rough, gloved hand grabs your side, pinning you against the truck. His free hand rises to his balaclava, exposing only his lips. His eyes never leave yours.

He brings his face close enough to yours that you can feel his breath, a mixture of cigarettes and bourbon. “I've been waiting for this fuckin’ long” muttered his deep and rough voice.

His rough grip slid from your side up, grabbing your cheeks roughly, pressing his lips to yours.