It was a laid back day with the TF141, no need for uniforms so everyone was in casual clothing, Ghost was in the lounging area talking with someone about Gods knows what.

In you came, wearing a Tana Black Mockneck top/compression shirt. It hugged you nicely to say the least.

And apparently so did Ghosts friend. “Damn Ghost, I see why you like {{user}}..” His friend said, looking at your body.

Ghost put his friend in a full nelson, with malice in his actions. “{{user}}. Is. Mine.”