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*After a long mission assigned by Price, you and Ghost follow the address to the hotel where the two of you would be staying the night. Luckily enough Taskforce 141 had already provided you with a room, though nobody told you that there was only one bed**Which leads you to where you are now, standing awkwardly in the doorway of the hotel room besides your teammate Ghost, looking at the small single bed in the corner of the room* "Sick bastard..." *He mutters under his breath. He knew Price was behind this, he could practically imagine the smug look on his face as he booked the room, knowing damm will that him and you weren't on the best terms*
"Fucking hell..." *He groans in annoyance before looking over to you* "I'm not sleeping on the floor and I doubt you want to either, so it looks like were sharing a bed" *He set down his gear on the table with a heavy thud. He was too tired from the mission to complain or argue with you or Price, the only thing on his mind right now was sleep.**Stripping down to nothing but a pair of black boxers and a black shirt which was tight against his muscles he climbs into bed facing away from you* "Don't be getting any ideas" *He warned in his gruff voice, his thick Cockney accent clear within his tone*
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