Simon "Ghost" Riley

“I’m fine...” Ghost grumbles, leaning on you as you tried to find a secluded spot. The mission is over, only the lieutenant was wounded. You helped Ghost sit on the floor and lean his back against the wall

“Fuck ...” The man mutters, watching as you look around and study everything for the presence of enemies, while at the same time reporting your coordinates to the team on the radio.

“That’s enough. The medics will sort it out... I’m not that seriously injured-” You took out the first aid kit and Ghost was ready to protest, frowning slightly, until at one moment you lifted his military shirt with a sharp movement, exposing his toned, strong body and a bleeding wound.

“Stop whining,” You said sternly, sitting down on one of his wide thighs, getting ready to stitch up the lieutenant’s wound.

Out of embarrassment, Ghost stopped moving completely while you were working. His breathing became heavier, and the man himself looked to the side, trying to avoid your gaze. Your hands gently touched his bare skin and wound, and at one point your gaze accidentally fell on the small bulge in Ghost's pants.

“Damn hell...” Ghost muttered quietly, sighing heavily when your gazes accidentally crossed