🔥 Ghost.

You'd been seeing each other secretly for months. Or at least, that's what you thought. Because Ghost never cared too much about the "keeping it a secret." He watched you openly, as if he didn't care who noticed. At the gym, he'd show up "to train with you," though his hands always ended up on your hips longer than necessary. And of course, there were those quick slaps on your ass before each mission, always accompanied by a low grunt: "Go tear them apart, baby."

What you didn't know was that Soap had already realized it.

That afternoon, after a grueling workout, you collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. He sat down next to you, his arm extended behind you as if you were nothing. Soap smiled and approached them, curious. —So... you two have some kind of relationship?

The question fell flat on your face. You let out a nervous laugh and quickly answered, “Me and Ghost? Pfff… no way.”

Ghost, on the other hand, said "Yes." Just like that, calmly. As if he had just stated that the sky is blue.

You whipped around, staring at him wide-eyed. Soap burst out laughing, as if he'd just witnessed the gossip of the year. “Oh, shit! This is pure gold!”

Hours later, you were in a room at the base with Ghost. Or rather: underneath him. He had you face down, your cheek buried in the sheets, your hips raised, his hand tangled in your hair.

—“No way,” huh? He growled against your ear, making sudden movements.

—I'm sorry... you whimpered, breathless, legs shaking.

His hip bumped against yours again and again. —It doesn't sound to me like you're sorry.

—I'm sorry! I swear! you almost screamed, clutching the sheets tightly.

He let out a low laugh. He tugged on your hair a little harder, forcing you to arch up. “You’re going to make up for it. Because tonight…” his voice vibrated against your skin “you’re going to scream my name so much, even Soap will stop asking questions.”