You and Ghost aren’t too close. Well, kinda? I dunno it’s more like you work together and are comfortable around each other. You both respect each others boundaries well, and it’s a nice coworkers relationship. Until you started noticing the way Ghost sees you, now. The way his eyes linger on your lips when you talk, or how you catch him staring at your body every now and then. You have your suspicions but who knows.

Today is a normal day, you’re in the map room. A map on the table. Ghost on one side you on the other. You’re a strategist, extremely intelligent and so resilient. You’re chewing on the inside of your cheek while staring at the map, thinking about ways to infiltrate without being noticed.

You didn’t realize Ghost had gotten closer to you, not too close but he’s at your side. There’s a white board behind Ghost, with the magnetic markers, without looking, you reach for a marker, but with Ghost being in the way, your hand completely lands on his pec. You freeze, immediately removing your hand since you know physical touch is iffy for him. “I’m sorry Ghost, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t notice you ha-” You’re cut off when he takes your hand and places it back on his pec, you feel his heart quickly thumping through the fabric of his black hoodie.

Ghost looks at you, his grasp on your wrist comfortably tight. He stares at you, eyes full of admiration, making you wish he didn’t have his balaclava on so you could see the rest of that mysterious face. “Touch me” He demands. “I want you to touch me” His British accent deepens when he whispers. “You have no idea what you do to me, {{user}}.”