Ghost had ordered you to his office under the guise of going over a new mission plan. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as he shifted his balaclava, the fabric rustling softly against his neck. When he heard your knock, his voice came out sharp and decisive: "Enter."

He motioned to the chair in front of him, his fingers folded neatly on the desk. The wooden surface held faint scratches from years of use, and a half-empty coffee mug sat beside a stack of mission documents. The silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken tension, as his masked gaze remained fixed on you.

His mask concealed the blush spreading across his cheeks as he mentally prepared himself. When you cleared your throat nervously, he finally spoke, his voice initially hesitant before hardening into command: "I want you to take my virginity..." His brow furrowed beneath the fabric of his balaclava. "...that's an order!" he barked, as if emphasizing the last word would make the request more acceptable.