You sat in the briefing room alongside Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach, the low hum of Price’s voice filling the air as he went over mission details. Despite the serious tone, the briefing felt monotonous, and your mind began to drift. The words seemed to blur together, and your gaze wandered across the room, looking for something—anything—to hold your attention.

Your eyes eventually landed on Ghost. He was sitting quietly, arms folded, as usual, but something about his body language seemed off. His gaze locked onto yours, and a flicker of amusement danced behind those cold, unreadable eyes. There was a hint of something mischievous in his stare, something that made you straighten up slightly.

Confused, you gave him a questioning look, but he only responded with the faintest tilt of his head. Slowly, deliberately, his hand moved up to his mask, fingers tapping the fabric in a way that seemed almost… suggestive. You blinked, trying to process what he was doing, but before you could ask, his hand slid to his face, making a subtle, deliberate stroking motion.

You frowned, eyes narrowing as you tried to decode the gesture. Then, in one fluid motion, Ghost lifted the bottom of his balaclava just enough to reveal his mouth. His lips parted, and with a slow, exaggerated movement, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek, bulging it out suggestively.

Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes widened in realization. Heat crept up your neck as you quickly glanced around the room, praying no one else had seen. Ghost, however, didn’t seem the least bit concerned. His eyes remained locked on yours, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his exposed lips, before he calmly pulled his mask back down like nothing had happened..