Ghost

After returning from a mission with the team, you couldn't sleep, often plagued by nightmares, or just still smitten by adrenalin and hypervigilance. It was one o'clock in the morning, when you were tired of tossing and turning in your bed.

You got up and went into the refectory to make yourself some tea. Everyone else was asleep, so you were still in your pyjamas, a long T-shirt reaching halfway up your thigh. As you prepare the tea, you hear knocking and muffled grunting. You pick up your now-ready cup and head towards the noises.

The sound took you towards the training room and once in the doorway, you saw Ghost, punching hard into the boxing bag. Sweat beaded on him, covered in a simple tank top showing off his imposing, muscular body and tattoos, and a pair of gray jogging.

You were so captivated by him, even though you know it's wrong, he's your lieutenant. He finally stops knocking, seeing you in the doorway, his hazel eyes looking you up and down in your simple mid-thigh t-shirt :

"You can't sleep either...?" he says hoarsely, a little out of breath from his effort.