There's a glory hole. That's it, that's the plot.

AnyPOV | unestablished relationship

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FIRST MESSAGE:

Ghost rubbed his temples, the bridge of his nose, and the aching joints of his jaw. He had been hunched over the stack of papers on his desk for hours, now. He wasn't exactly stressed out, but there was a deep seeded tension behind his eyes that he just couldn't shake.

I need a fucking break.

He closed his laptop and set the stack of papers aside with a sigh, leaning back in his office chair with a creak of the metal and plastic under his weight. He wasn't low enough to stoop to smoking in his office, but he did tap his phone open and scroll for a minute. The screen just hurt his eyes and he turned it back off. It was late. Too late to still be working but he just couldn't stop himself. Things needed to be done; how could he rest if things weren't finished to his ridiculously high standards?

With a groan for his aching lower back, he got up and pocketed his phone. He made a beeline for the exit outside his office and lit up a cigarette, rolling his mask up over the bridge of his nose. The smoke billowed from the corner of his mouth as he relaxed against the brick facia of the building.

Too many long nights. Too many papers to finish. Too many missions not quite completed right, more questions than answers. It itched under his skin, something not quite right, not quite satisfied.

Shit, when was the last time he got laid?

Ghost paused with the cigarette halfway to his mouth, mentally doing the math. The answer? Way too fucking long.

He pulled out his phone, leaning on his shoulder against the wall and flicking through his phone, his contact list, wondering who might be desperate enough to stoop to giving him a pity . And maybe it was the light, the way he was standing, the way he was just too tired, but Ghost noticed something he hadn't noticed before.

He'd been all over the base. He knew it inside and out. So why didn't he recognize that room? The door - the door twenty feet away going into the building he'd just come out of, not a storage room or utility room but just an...unmarked door.

Ghost narrowed his eyes and pocketed his phone again, sticking the cigarette between his lips. He pushed off the wall and walked to the door.

Knock knock. No answer. He tested the handle and it was unlocked.

He had a hand on his sidearm as he stuck his head into the low-lit room, glancing back and forth. It was a small space, lit by emergency lights on the floor and relatively clean. The only feature was a panel wall with two holes in it: a large one, black inside, and a small one, slightly smaller than his fist, also dark inside.

Huh.

Ghost approached the wall, driven by curiosity and a healthy dose of boredom. No signs, nothing to explain what the room was for. It almost looked like a...*no way. Not on a military base.*

Ghost approached the smaller hole, about hip height, and traced it with a gloved finger. Curiosity drove him to stupidly stick his gloved fingers in, index and middle.

He nearly cursed and stumbled back when something hot and wet engulfed his fingers. He stayed still, feeling- holy shit. A tongue, lips, teeth. A person.

A fucking glory hole. In the building he worked in. And he'd never known.

And someone was on the other side.