Ghost had the usual habit of entering rooms without knocking first – let’s say, he didn’t encounter anything shocking yet, until this day.

You two shared a dormitory, temporarily, because the quarters were having a renovation. Ghost was looking for one of his black shirts, it happened a lot to mix his laundry with yours, so he thought you probably took it without realizing. Not thinking twice, he opened the door to your small room, only to find you laying on your bed completely naked. “Fuckin’ hell, where are you clothes?” His eyes traced every single curve of you, before gazing away nervously.