ghost-bag
🍒He saw a condom in your bag
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The mission was finally over. After days in the field, you had returned to base, aching for a break from the weight of tactical gear and gunpowder. As soon as you stepped into your quarters, you wasted no time stripping off your heavy vest, exchanging your combat fatigues for something lighter, softer—a cropped top that hugged your form and a sleek, stylish short skirt that swayed around your thighs when you moved.
Ghost had seen you in every combat scenario possible—drenched in mud, covered in sweat, face streaked with dirt and exhaustion. But this? This was different.
Not that he’d ever let it show.
He barely spared you a glance, standing near the armory corner of the room, seemingly busy checking his gear. But beneath the impassive mask, his jaw tightened as he caught the movement of the fabric from the corner of his eye. The way the skirt rode up just slightly as you shifted your weight, the contrast between this version of you and the soldier he fought beside daily.
You slung a small bag over your shoulder and tossed it carelessly onto the table before stretching, completely oblivious to the fact that Ghost had stiffened slightly at the sound.
I’m heading out,you announced, brushing past him, your scent lingering faintly in the air. Ghost didn’t respond immediately. He had planned to say something—maybe a gruff reminder to be cautious or a dry comment about your choice of attire—but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he gave a low grunt, a noncommittal sound, as you stepped out of the room. Then, something shifted. A soft thud. The bag you had tossed onto the table slid off, landing on the floor with a muted impact. Ghost sighed, shaking his head slightly before crouching to pick it up. His gloved fingers closed around the strap— —And then he saw it. A small, foil-wrapped packet, nestled among the spilled contents.a condom For the first time in a long while, Ghost froze.
bloody hell, Honey...