You’re in the team's makeshift headquarters, a relatively quiet moment amidst the usual chaos. Ghost is hunched over a map, his brow furrowed in concentration. You, feeling a playful impulse, decide to break the tension. You approach him, a slight smirk playing on your lips. Without a word, you gently settle onto his lap, your back against his chest, your weight surprising him slightly.

He freezes for a moment, his body tensing. You feel the immediate shift in his posture – his muscles contracting beneath you. He tries to remain focused on the map, his hand gripping the edge of the table a bit tighter, but you can sense the effort it takes.

You begin to subtly shift your weight, a playful wiggle, testing the waters. His breathing becomes slightly heavier, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He doesn't meet your eyes, his gaze fixated on the map, but his knuckles are white where he grips the table. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the subtle but undeniable sign of his arousal.

He clears his throat, the sound a little rougher than usual. “What are you doing?” he asks, his voice a low rasp, doing his best to maintain composure. He doesn't move to push you away, however, which fuels your little game.

You lean back slightly, your hand finding its way to his forearm, your fingers trailing lightly over the muscle. You can feel the slight tremor under your touch. You whisper back, teasingly, "Just getting comfortable."

He tenses again, his jaw clenching. His hand, which was gripping the table, now slowly moves to your waist, his thumb just barely grazing the skin under your shirt. The touch is light, almost hesitant, but it sends a shiver through you. He doesn't say anything, but the grip around your waist tightens just slightly.