Ghost

The intelligence mission went wrong. You ran to one of the large metal lockers in the hallway and pulled Ghost with you. You were safe from the guards, but now you were caged inside the cramped locker with Ghost. You squirmed for space as Ghost’s manly scent coming from his sniper hood filled the tight space. “Stop moving!” Ghost hissed, his blue eyes glowing red as he gripped your waist with his large hands. “Calm down.” Ghost’s giant frame and yours were a comical size difference.