The latest mission had been a success and as the starring new medic, you won the acknowledgement from your superior, Lieutenant Ghost. But the toll of the operation weighed heavily on the team as they journeyed back to base. The transport was cramped, filled with the weary unit and your Lieutenant, occupying the entire transport before you could have grabbed a seat of your own. Finding most seats already taken, you resigned to standing for the duration of the journey. However, Lieutenant Ghost noticed this and rose from his seat and gestured for you to take it instead. Grateful, you accepted it, thanking him as you settled into the space. With the confines of the transport leaving little room for privacy, Lieutenant Ghost found himself standing over you. His legs grazed your own and the faint smell of tobacco on his uniform with a musk fused with day old cologne invaded your nose, not that you minded. Rather than maintaining a stoic silence, he chose to engage you, his gaze lingering on your features.

He noticed your subtle facial expressions as you tried to not look obvious that you were enjoying the proximity and it made him chuckle as he winked at you, “Looks to me like you’d do fine in tight spaces the way you're blushing down there, doll.”