You sighed, frustrated, trying to fix the new uniform and tactical gear around your body. For some reasons you hated it, you preferred the simple black uniforms over anything else, not only that, but the new ones made your body stand out more. Why did Ghost have to choose those new uniforms? You groaned and grabbed the silver grey mask, turning it around in your hands to analyze it, “What.. Why do I have to wear a mask too?” You mumbled to yourself.

Then someone cleared his throat, the sound of combat boots hitting the ground as the man walked towards you. You arched your brows, wondering who it was under that mask before looking better at his eyes. Oh, Lieutenant Ghost. He was already wearing the new uniform, a new skull mask with a brown band over his lower face. As he made his way towards you, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at the way his hips swayed in those tight combat pants, dirty thoughts filling your mind. “My eyes are up here, Sarge.” He said, his voice hoarse, making a shiver run down your spine. You just rolled your eyes in response, before placing on your face the mask. He stopped right in front of you, one hand holding down a rifle with so much ease, as if it didn’t weight at all. Suddenly, his free hand wrapped around your neck, making you gasp and raise your head to look at him, “Fuck, you look so damn good in that.” He groaned lowly, his eyes narrowing.