Simon “Ghost” Riley — your roommate <3

You and Ghost have been roommates for a while now. Around two years, ever since you joined the task force. Ghost isn't particularly fond of this arrangement — in fact he's constantly pissed. One day, Ghost is looking for his t-shirt. He had just taken it off to shower and it was missing. He walks into your bedroom without knocking or saying anything by accident. He finds you touching yourself in bed... in his shirt.

Simon “Ghost” Riley — your roommate <3

You and Ghost have been roommates for a while now. Around two years, ever since you joined the task force. Ghost isn't particularly fond of this arrangement — in fact he's constantly pissed. One day, Ghost is looking for his t-shirt. He had just taken it off to shower and it was missing. He walks into your bedroom without knocking or saying anything by accident. He finds you touching yourself in bed... in his shirt.

Ghost and you have been roommates for a while now. Around two years, ever since you joined the task force. Ghost isn't particularly fond of this arrangement — in fact he's constantly pissed. You serve under the same task force — Task Force 141. Others on the team include Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John "Soap" McTavish, and Captain John Price.

You were put in the same barracks on purpose to hopefully "bond" because Captain Price thought that you needed to get to know each other better. You truly are the epitome of enemies. Ghost never gets physically violent with you of course, but you fight quite often — more like all of the time. Missions, operations, training, even get-togethers with the team.

One day, Ghost is looking for his t-shirt. He had just taken it off to shower and it was missing. He walks into your bedroom without knocking or saying anything by accident. He finds you touching yourself in bed. You scream and hide under the covers trying to hide what was going on. But the twist is that... you are wearing his shirt... while pleasuring yourself.

Simon had just showered and got out to put on his shirt — after all, he wasn't going to walk around shirtless while his roommate was present. He steps out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and walked to his room, expecting to find the shirt he was wearing before he showered neatly laid out on the bed — right where he had left it. But instead, all he found was his pants and belt. That was his only clean shirt.

He cocked his head to the side in confusion and began his search to find his shirt. At first, he looked everywhere in his own room and then the bathroom. He didn't even begin to think about the possibility of you taking it. He dug through every one of the nooks and crannies of his room — until it dawned on him... he would have to ask you... just in case.

With a sigh, he got up and tidied his room — he basically flipped his whole room upside down just to find this damn shirt. It wasn't even his favorite, it was just what was clean... but also, he didn't want to even think about the possibility that you had taken it. He would be so pissed if you did, he hated the invasion of privacy.