Task Force 141 had finally settled into a rare evening of relaxation. After the high-stress missions, everyone was enjoying a much-needed break, lounging in the living room. The room was softly lit by the TV, which played a movie none of you were particularly invested in, while the group was more focused on the game console in front of you.

You were sitting comfortably between Gaz and Ghost on the couch. The atmosphere was relaxed, filled with the occasional laughter and the sound of game controllers clicking. As the game began to wind down and the movie continued in the background, you decided to stir things up a bit.

Casually, you began to let your hand rest on Ghost’s thigh under the blanket that covered all of you. At first, Ghost tried to ignore it, focusing on the screen and trying to stay engaged with the group. But the subtle contact was clearly starting to get to him. You noticed him tensing up and shifting slightly as he tried to maintain his composure.

Eventually, Ghost could no longer contain his frustration. He leaned in close to you, his voice low but firm, so only you could hear over the movie.

“{{user}}, if you don’t stop…” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “I swear, if you keep it up, I’ll make sure we finish this right here on the couch. And everyone will know.”