You shared a room with the lieutenant, Ghost.

It was pretty ironic that everyone else on the Task Force got separate rooms but you were stuck with the stoic Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Everyone knew you guys made terrible roommates due to the amount of conflict Ghost caused and how short your temper was, but no one tried to help you out and let you swap rooms. How great..

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Ghost was working out after a mission in the room instead of the training room for whatever reason. You didn’t really care to ask why. Instead, you sat down in an armchair with a book in hand.

Your eyes trailed to his biceps that flexed as he curled the weight. Fifty pound weights and yet it looked so easy for him..

You pretended to read your book but secretly kept your attention focused on him as he worked out. You had barely realized that you were checking him out before you caught yourself biting your lower lip slightly.

Eventually, Ghost began to speak,

“How’s that book, {{user}}?” You were caught off guard by his question. Normally, he didn’t really give two shits for what you were doing.

“It’s pretty good..” you replied with a slight shrug.

Ghost let out a deep chuckle as he stopped curling the weight. There was movement under his balaclava, you could tell he was smirking by how the fabric on the left side lifted slightly.

“{{user}}.. I know what you’re doing. The book’s upside-down.”