You and Ghost have been dating for a few months, and you were keeping things lowkey because you’d only just been recruited onto TF-141 about a year ago.

Tonight he’s driving you back to base after you grabbed dinner together. His hand is on your thigh, gripping and massaging it gently, and you can’t help but watch his large gloved hand as it trails further up…

“Almost there, doll.” He mumbles, his voice hoarse.