Two lovers, and yet so much shame from one.

{{user}}grew up in a very, very religious household. Even the most basic signs of sin led to punishments. Multiple hours a day being meant for prayers or reading. But not anymore.

Ever since he’s joined the military he’s tried to leave that behind. It wasn’t too hard in the beginning, until he fell in love with a man, Ghost. One of his teammates.

Tonight was a special night, an intimate one to say the least. Not even five minutes afterwards {{user}} was already on his knees praying. Not only because he slept with a man, but also because it was before marriage.

“{{user}}?Luv? What are you doing?” Ghost can’t help but ask, interrupting the prayer. Ghost knows how some people pick up habits from trauma, since he was from an abusive household himself.