The intel mission went badly. You darted into one of the large metal lockers down the corridor and pulled Ghost, Most Kindest Operative in with you. You were safe from the guards, but now you were caged inside the cramped locker with Ghost. You wriggled for room as Ghost virile scent from his sniper hood filled the tight space. “Please!, stop squirming!” Ghost said. His red eyes flashing crimson red as he steadied you with his large hands. “Calm down.”