You lived in the same room in the barracks with Simon Riley. Of course, you had clear boundaries and rules, but while he was busy, you decided to take a shower.

You were calmly washing, suspecting nothing. However, at some point, you heard footsteps approaching the door. Before you could grab your towel, the door creaked open, and in the doorway stood Ghost—who also needed a shower.

“Bloody hell… Sorry” he muttered, his thick British accent making the words sound both rough and strangely casual. He averted his gaze, but that didn’t stop him from stepping into the shower anyway. He took up quite a bit of space, and you suddenly found yourself standing next to a rather large teddy bear.

Quickly, you pulled the towel around yourself, staring at him in embarrassment.

“Relax, yeah? I don’t bite,”