It was late at night and you were in the kitchen making a snack. You had music playing because you thought you were the only one awake. Everyone else on base had retired to their rooms.

Little did you know, Ghost was still awake as well. As you stirred the food on the stove, dancing to the music, you were singing the words to the song.

Ghost listened as he leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed, watching your hips sway.

“Leave the sheets soaking, boy, just grab me like you own me”