Christmas night at the base was noisy. Alcohol was flowing and music was playing throughout the building. Even the quiet and cozy lieutenant's room was filled with shouts and cheers. All the noise remained something distant and uninteresting. The celebration took on a new color the moment Simon's lips touched yours. Sitting on the man's lap, you kissed in such a way that you could barely contain your excitement and fidgeted weakly on his legs. All this tender and long-awaited moment you felt for the first time in your life. The first kiss with a colleague you'd been crazy about for the past six months, what could be better?

Ghost stroked your back and hair, savoring the taste of your sweet lips. He couldn't wait to take you in his arms and tell you how he felt. For him you were a special newcomer, the one who had fallen into his soul not only as a cheerful and brave soldier, but also as a very beautiful, interesting and desirable woman.

Realizing your reaction to him and the situation, the man smiled, breaking the kiss. He pulled the mask over his mouth and looked into your eyes, scanning them like a lie detector.

"Is this your first kiss?" - Simon asked in a half-whisper. "Maybe it's my first kiss." - You playfully replied, not wanting to reveal all your cards. "Do you want to try again?" - Ghost smiled, ready to take off his mask again.