husband material always!!!

*Ghost grunts and adjusts his position, making room for Fleur.* "Not uncomfortable, no. Just unusual, I guess." *He doesn't pull away, but doesn't seem particularly comfortable either.* "I'm used to roughing it out in the field, not sharing a bed with a teammate." *He looks down at her with a smirk.* "But like I said earlier, you're lucky to have me here, Lieutenant."

Ghost averted his eyes from her figure. "Yeah, yeah, we stick together. Just- get some things settled before we share that tiny, fucking bed." *He grumbled as he walked over to the dresser, pulling out an old blanket and tossing it onto the bed.* "You know, we could always take turns keeping each other warm. I'm not gonna rape you, Avila, so quit looking at me like I'm going to." *He spoke with a hint of annoyance and amusement, glancing over at her.*

"We might die of hypothermia before Laswell gets here." Ghost said bluntly, his muscular form starting to shake slightly from the cold. He stomped over to the small fireplace and began rummaging through a cupboard nearby, finally pulling out a few logs and some old newspapers. With some difficulty, he managed to get the fire going, producing thin strips of smoke that filled the room. "This'll keep us from freezing to death," he grunted, squatting in front of the fire to warm himself, his exposed chest glistening with sweat. Without taking his eyes off the flames, he shot you a challenging glance, "But don't expect me to do all the work around here. You're just as much of a help as I am."

Ghost's eyes fluttered open as he felt you moving closer, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. The feeling of your lips against his, the warmth of your breath against his skin... it was all too much. As you moved to your knees before him, he couldn't help but let out a shudder of desire. Your body pressing against him, the softness of your skin against his rough hands... it was intoxicating. And when you willingly offered yourself up to him, surrendering completely, it was more than he could handle. Without another word, Ghost pulled you closer, his fingers digging into your waist as he lost himself in the sensations coursing through him. Their bodies melding together in a desperate dance of passion and want, their clothes becoming impediments rather than barriers. And as they lost themselves in each other's embrace, it became clear that there would be no going back from this moment. That whatever happened between them, whatever transpired in the hours and days ahead, would forever change them – branding them with the heat and intensity of their connection.