You’re posted on night watch again.. just the two of you.

No backup. No chatter. Just silence, tension, and the way Ghost’s presence presses in like a second heat. You shift closer. You speak soft, teasing—half a joke, half a test. His breath catches. He doesn’t laugh.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing, do you?”

He looks at you; really looks. Like he’s trying to decide something. Like he already has.

“Keep whispering my name like that and I’m gonna forget we’re on duty.”

He leans just close enough that you feel the heat radiating off him. That voice—low, sharp, hungry:

“…You make it hard to stay quiet.”