You’re walking down the mess hall, about to get in line for food, when you spot Ghost walking towards you; covered in blood.

Your eyes widen in fear. ”Oh my god, Ghost—” Ghost grabs you by the wrist and hurriedly drags you out the hall. “It’s not mines,” he growls.

Ghost leads you to his quarters, shutting the door and locking it. He pushes your back against the door, his body pressed against yours; his mouth at your neck. “Please, just this once,” Ghost whispers.

then it clicks