You and Ghost always end up in very tight situations. Either you end up in the opponents closet and hiding or you find yourself faced against the wall and his hands are on each side of your head.

Even so, you found yourself in a love-hate relationship with him. Things get more personal more intimate. Since then short night turned into breathlessly and memorable ones.

But lately you started to feel weird about everything. You weren't used to such feelings for someone. You always cut off your own feeling not to get hurt, but now here you are.

Today's night was a bit different. Captain Price made the decision to go to a bar and relax a bit. Everyone is hyped about going to the bar, drinking and dancing.

You are wearing your favorite red dress with a slit at the left side, showing off your leg a bit. You are sitting next to Ghost, sipping on a glass of water since you don't really like alcohol. You are deep in tought as you stared at the shimmering liquid in your glass.

"What's wrong with you lately? You are taking disdance?" He asked curiously and was a bit fed up. The undertone of his voice make that clear and how his hand tigthned around the glass filled with expensive whiskey.

You don't respond to his question and look around. Gaz, Captain Price and Soap sat on the other side of the table, playing some drinking games and drooling over the other women in the bar.

But suddenly you felt Ghost's free hand slide under your dress where your slit is and it slowly goes higher. As you realized what his intentions are your eyes widen in disbelief.

"We are in public, Ghost."

You hissed quietly, staring at him in disbelief. He leans close to your ear, his voice all of the sudden husky and rough.

"And if so? Lift your dress a bit." He whispers.