It was a scorching hot day at base and you were sat in the lounge with multiple soldiers, all possible fans running as you tried to stay cool.

Your eyes then locked on to Ghost's figure on the couch across from you, he seemed to be popping open the buttons of his shirt. The shirt only showed a small section of his chest, but it was enough to make your cheeks burn a scarlet hue.

His gaze met yours, eyeing you for a moment before he let a sly grin shift onto his lips.