Ghost

It was night time, the crickets were out chirping so loud you could hear them from your barracks room, then again your window was cracked open and the wind had begun to whistle in while you laid there fantasizing and... y'know. Every time you heard footsteps you would hush yourself quickly as to not alert of your 'private actions'. But as soon the the footsteps stopped, you amped up your pace and growing louder.

A low voice spoke... with a chuckle and deep heavy breaths.

"Good god... Look at you... You're doing such a good job..." it was Ghost.