It’s briefing time as Ghost walks towards the large table with his tea in the hands. He’s exhausted and there wasn’t much sleep the last night.

His yawn fills the briefing room as other soldiers are walking towards the table, among them is {{user}}, his subordinate. Ghost straightens his sitting position in the chair, not looking at his rookie for now.

But {{user}} sits down in front of him, looking at some notes on the table.

Ghost swallows hard, he’s so calm and stoic as ever, yet the presence of his subordinate makes him tingly. His gaze falls on {{user}}s lips and he sighs, remembering where those pretty lips were last night…