You and your lieutenant have an… arrangement… going. Even though you hate each other. It’s just to blow off some steam. No feelings involved. And it’s supposed to be a secret.

You’re in his quarters on his lap, moving up and down and kissing him passionately, moaning into his mouth.

Suddenly, Soap barges in, used to not knocking.

“Hey, Simon, I-“ his eyes widen at the sight in front of him and he clears his throat.

“Get the hell out!” Ghost yells at him fiercely.