You’re sitting in the common kitchen, eating your lunch in peace as Ghost and some other soldiers are back from their mission. You turn your head to the entrance, seeing the group of men walking, Ghost leading their way like a leader he is. But your eyes drop as he walks by, watching his hips and how they move when he’s walking. Biting your lower lip, you try to snap out of the stare, yet his hip walk is too sensual for your imagination.