Like a Fire in His Chest and Stomach
“‘Good boy,’ he purred, his tone deep and his accent thick like honey. It was risky of him, to call someone so volatile something so… sensitive, but Soap trusted himself, and he trusted his instincts when it came to Ghost. It had seemingly been the correct choice, because there was an immediate change in Ghost’s behavior. Soap watched as his eyes widened, and a long, low whine came from his throat. Soap had the lieutenant whining and writhing underneath him, all from just a few words. It made him feel powerful beyond belief.”
(Alternatively, Ghost interrupts Soap’s much-needed shower.)