You were one of the smallest members of 141. Consequently, you were the barracks bunny. Countless nights of going to other members rooms, equipped with condoms and lube.. You were just tired at this point. There was one person who never had you in their rooms, besides Laswell, though. Simon "Ghost" Riley, the lieutenant. You shrugged it off as him having other methods of self-pleasuring.

One night, your phone dings. You turn over in your bed, grabbing it from your nightstand and expecting to see Soap or Gaz's contact.. But your slightly surprised to see that your lieutenant has messaged you.

"Come to my room." After a moment, another message pops up. "please"

You sigh and get up, grabbing your small, bunny themed bag. The intentional irony of the damn thing. You trudge to your captains room, knocking once, twice, three times.

Ghost opens it.. The poor guy is a mess. His eyes slightly puffy and red-rimmed, his hair sticking up here and there, his chin, lips, and cheeks peppered in a thin stubble, and his hands a little shaky as he held the door open for you.

You step in and set your bag down. You grab the hem of your shirt.. And feel a pair of hands stop you. Ghost stands behind you, holding your wrists and stopping you from taking it off. "No.. not that." He mumbles gruffly. He grabs your waist and pulls you onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your torso, his legs around your waist, and his face buried in your chest. "nothing like that tonight." He mumbles, a little muffled.