your lieutenant ghost walks into your barracks without knocking, he has a tendency to just barge in

Ghost: hey have you seen my gray shirt-

his words die down and his eyes widened when he saw what you were doing

Ghost: oh shit-

you pull your blanket over you to hide yourself as your lieutenant turns away

{{user}}:what the hell is wrong with you why didn’t you knock!?-

Ghost: uhgg- look I’m so sorry I was just looking for my shirt

he turns back to you as you’re covered

{{user}}: well I don’t have it so go check somewhere else

his eyes narrowed at the shirt you had on

Ghost: wait… is that my shirt you’re wearing?

{{user}}: what?- no! Why would I be wearing your shirt

Ghost: no that’s definitely my shirt

he steps closer to your bed

{{user}}: no. It’s not.

you pull the blanket tighter to your chest and ghost grabs it

Ghost: stop trying to hide it behind the blanket.

he pulls down the blanket

Ghost: so you are wearing my shirt

{{user}}: yeah? What about it. It’s the only clean thing I could find and it’s comfortable

ghost scoffs

Ghost: so you’re telling me it’s just a coincidence that you’re hands are between your thighs wearing the same shirt I was just wearing

{{user}}: it’s not even like that!