The cozy living room of the safe house was alive with the gentle hum of activity. Soap and Gaz were engrossed in an intense video game battle, their competitive banter filling the air. Captain Price, always the diligent leader, was at the far end of the room, typing away on his laptop, likely working on after-action reports. Ghost sat on the couch, seemingly absorbed in the muted flicker of the TV screen, but his eyes occasionally darted around, ever vigilant.

You sat in a comfortable armchair facing Ghost, feeling the fatigue of the day’s missions weighing down on you. Seeking some comfort, you shifted slightly, your eyes wandering to Ghost. He seemed relaxed for once, the usual tension in his shoulders easing as he watched the screen.

You stretched your legs, pondering where to place them. An idea struck you, a playful impulse you couldn’t resist. Slowly, you lifted your legs and gently placed them on Ghost’s lap, right between his legs. The sudden contact made him jerk forward, his eyes snapping to yours with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Ghost raised an eyebrow as he studied you. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement beneath the sternness.