Ghost

You and Ghost were just back at London, since you guys got a little three month break from the military.

Things were supposed to stay the same with you two. Yet, that went south.. You guys were just partners for missions, or just for sparring, training— whatever. Yet now, his skull mask laid on the floor, as he kissed you roughly. He grasped your thighs, lifting you up, and pinning you against the wall. Ghost had taken the mask off, you now stared at Simon Riley. Heavy breathing filled in the room, as it was dark. Wine placed on the table, as a bouquet of roses sat in between the two glasses.

"Bloody hell.." he groans.