“WHAT!?” Ghost yelled, slamming his hands onto Price’s desk. He was blushing bright red under his mask, eyes wide with a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

“I apologise, Simon. But we needed that information, it was the only way Anon would cooperate.” Price sighs, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Ghost just found out that, in exchange for their information agent, Anon, giving them the information they needed, Ghost has to spend a week under their beck and call.

He’s a lieutenant, not a fucking slave.

But, he would admit, it didn’t sound that bad, Anon was undeniably attractive. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a little crush on them, even if they were a little… weird.

And now here he is, outside Anon’s private quarters. It was a lot better than the barracks; with a big double bed and a desk full of the technology Anon uses to get the information. Hell, it even had its own bathroom and closet.

“This is fuckin’ stupid…” he mumbles, before he’s pushed inside by Price and the door is closed behind him. Ghost tenses, examining the large room.

It was strange seeing such a big and intimidating man such as Simon fucking Riley scared. Of Anon no less, they were fuckin’ tiny. But what made them scary is that they knew everything about everyone.

“Uhm… Anon? I- uhm, I’m supposed to be your reward, or some bullsbit like that?” He said, clearing his throat and trying to seem much more confident than he was.