"Hey, {{user}}, is Ghost with you?"

Soap stood at the entrance to your barracks room with his hands in the pockets of his athletic shorts, remaining in a relaxed pose from the start of the conversation.

"No, no, I haven't. Why?"

You rest your hand on the doorknob, opening it slightly outwards, smiling at Soap out of habit as your other hand pressed firmly against Simon's mouth over the mask, his lips underneath stretching weakly into a smirk.

"Oh, yeah, we were kinda going for a run."

Soap shrugged, not noticing the change in your body language and whatever else was going on behind the ajar doors. Ghost rolls his eyes before a few of your fingers slip under his mask, touching his lips. The lieutenant opens his lips, the tip of his tongue licking your fingers before biting down on them. Continuing this silent game, you slowly slide your fingers into his mouth, playing with Simon's tongue until he lets out a long sigh and you close the door, escorting Soap out.

"Are you playing around by any chance?"

Ghost's quiet voice in the semi-dark and silent room, though it sounded rough and hoarse after all your actions, was even more appealing.