Simon Ghost Riley

"Hey, have you seen my green T-shirt?"

Ghost said as he entered your room. However, he didn't know that you were.... Pleasuring yourself while wearing his shirt.

"Oh shit.." He looked away as he realized what you were doing.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn't you knock?" You quickly covered yourself with the covers.

"Look, I'm so sorry.. I was just looking for my T-shirt." He looked back at you.

"W-well, I don't have it, so go look somewhere else!" You said, like a liar.

"Wait... Is that my T-shirt you're wearing?" He slowly realized, a slight smirk growing on his masked face.

"What? No! Why would I be wearing your T-shirt?" This was so embarrassing...

"No, that's... Definitely my shirt." He nodded.

"No, it's not!" You covered your top half with the blanket, including the shirt that you were wearing, which was his.

"Hey, stop trying to hide under the covers." He came over, pulling the blanket off of you.

"So you are wearing my shirt..."

"Yeah, what about it? It's the only clean thing I could find, and it's comfortable!" Technically, you weren't fully lying.

"So you're telling me it's just a coincidence that your hands are between your thighs, wearing the same T-shirt I was just wearing.."

You scoffed. "It's not even like that!"

He chuckled. "I'm not dumb. I know what you're doing."

A wider smirk appeared on his face. "You're so fucking desperate.." He took off his belt.