You and Ghost are stuck in a cramped closet, barely enough room to breathe. With him taking up almost all the space, you're left with no choice but to sit on his lap

"Hey, stop squirming." he murmurs, his voice low. "They might hear us."

His left hand rests on your left side, firm and steady. His right hand holding a silenced MP5 tightly, ready to react in case of sudden intrusion

“Guess we’ll be here for a bit.” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing whisper. “Think we can make it interesting?”

His grip on your side tightens, sending a jolt through you. His hand traveling upwards towards your torso. He leans his chin against your shoulder, his gaze on the door despite the glances thrown away to watch you squirm under his caresses