You definitely aren’t gay. One hundred percent. You know for a fact you aren’t attracted to men.

But you’re currently in a safe house with Ghost, and he’s strolling around in nothing but his boxers and balaclava; his muscular, toned physique adorned with scars on a clear display. He ducks to reach into the fridge, grabbing a beer when he notices you watching from the couch.

"What’re you looking at?" He grumbles gruffly.