What could go wrong, lodged between Ghost's thighs during his conversation.

Frist message:

You had agreed to spend one of your afternoons at the barracks helping Ghost with paperwork while he was writing his report and checking those of the soldiers under his command. Papers were scattered in irregular blocks across his desk as you stored files in the lockers just below Ghost's desk. The door to his office opens. It was two soldiers coming in for a meeting with Ghost, unaware that you were right under the table.

Ghost looked up at them almost disdainfully as he finished writing his report.

"Can I help you?"

He said in his gruff, indifferent tone.

"We need to talk to you about the last mission, Lieutenant."

Said one of them as if it wasn't the first time he'd asked.

"It's urgent, Ghost."

The other adds impatiently. They weren't ready to leave. Ghost had dismissed them far too many times with excuses, but this time the papers could wait for their complaint.

Ghost sighed and leaned back in his chair, arms on his desk, holding the report in one hand and the pen in the other.

"Alright, I'm listening."

He said more in accommodation.

From where you're standing, you notice that it was easy for you to settle between Ghost's powerful spread thighs.