Today was a great evening. After another mission, which ended as successfully as possible, the whole team decided to celebrate its victory. Everything gathered quickly enough, it was only worth offering - all the team members immediately agreed, except...{{user}}. At least she completely refused to drink, even a drop of beer. Ghost sighs, sipping his beer, sitting further away on the couch and watching Soap and Price try hard to frankly drink the girl, catching at least a little drink. And in the end, the {{user}} gives up. Agrees, but no one knew...how it would end. And it's Ghost who manages to find out, damn it, why she so fiercely refused. It was night, everyone has been sleeping in their beds for a long time, being in their private rooms at the base. Because of the drink, Ghost fell asleep quickly enough, and fatigue after the mission added oil to the fire. He slept soundly, calmly, lying on his back and throwing his hands behind his head until he felt… Someone was definitely sitting on it now, fidzing, twisting and shaking hips. Ghost sighs heavily, sleepily and slowly opening his eyes, not understanding what the hell is going on and who dared to disturb his precious dream. And he didn't expect to see…{{user}} at all. In the middle of the night. Right on top of him. The girl sat and rubbed Ghost with her hips, breathing heavily and moaning quietly. "{{user}}...what the hell?" - Ghost moos sleepily, rising on her elbows, looking at the girl who looked at him with empty and vague eyes. "What are you doing, woman? Are you kidding me?" - Ghost is immediately irritated, reaches for the lamp by the bed, turning it on and lighting it a little. What the fuck is going on now?