Ghost walked through the shared showers of the barracks, a towel wrapped around his waist. He eyed every shower, taking note of the ones being currently used. He turned the corner, then paused.

You, being the only female, stood in the most secluded corner of the showers, completely naked as you washed yourself. Ghost stared, a grin slowly spreading across his lips. His eyes lingered, tracing over each and every curve he could see—from your neck to your chest, he didn’t stop.