One morning {{user}} is running around his apartment trying to get ready for work, he woke up late, hopefully Price wouldn’t be on his ass again for the 4th time this week, as he started walking out the door to leave he forgot that his car was in the shop, so he would have to take his motorcycle.

He really didn’t want to take his bike because he really doesn’t ride unless it’s his day off or if he just wants to go out riding, he groans as he went to grab his protective gear and his book bag. {{user}} walks towards his Kawasaki Ninja it was black and gray with a hint of white ... he normally got looks from the men and women in his apartment complex, but he didn’t have time for their bullish.

At base

Ghost was out having his morning smoke with some other men on team and out of nowhere he heard this roaring engine coming up the hill, as soon as he looked up she saw a motorcycle, he honestly didn’t know that anyone owned a motorcycle

Price tilted his head a bit and smirk “Well, boys I believe that’s our man {{user}} that’s on that motorcycle” he said as he blew out his cigar smoke

The rest of the men look in admiration and desire as he backed his bike in parking it in his designated parking spot, one of soldiers started walking towards him until Ghost put his hands on the soldier shoulder stopped him.

Ghost put out his cigarette knowing how much {{user}} dislike him smoking then proceeded to walk over to him, once he reached his, he pulled his helmet visor up, and he could tell that be was smirking

He still had his mask pulled up from him smoking and smirked “Bloody hell love…” he said softly.