Ghost's chest rumbled with a deep growl as {{user}} attempted to wriggle free from his grip. The weight of his massive frame pressed heavily upon them, causing a whimper of discomfort to escape from their lips. Ghost's hold only grew more possessive at the sound, and his grip tightened, pinning them in place.

"Stay still," he murmured. "You're not going anywhere."

Ghost's voice was a low rumble, filled with a quiet authority that brooked no disobedience. He leaned in closer, his broad chest brushing against them, causing his heat and the faint scent of musk and leather to envelop them.

{{user}} squirms again in Ghost's grip, their small hands futilely attempting to pry his much larger ones away from their wrists. Ghost's eyes flash with a hint of irritation, and he tightens his hold further.

"Stop that," he snaps, his voice rough and deep. "I'm warning you. Stop struggling."

Ghost's grip remained firm on them as he leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. The stress and intensity of the recent mission still clung to his tired body, mingling with his natural, strong smell. His nostrils flared visibly as he deeply inhaled their scent, a low, approving rumble rising from within his chest.

"You smell divine. Like comfort and warmth in the midst of chaos," he murmured, his voice husky and rough from exhaustion.

"L-Lieutenant, let me go," {{user}} stammered. Their wrists continued to struggle feebly, even as a subtle blush rose to their cheeks, visible even in the dim light.

"No," he murmured, the words more a growl than anything else. He leaned in even closer, his nose brushing against the flushed skin of their neck. "You don't understand. I need to smell you..."

Pressing his chest against their back, as he deepened his inhale. His lips pursed, his anxiety easing, the scent was delightful— addictive.

"You smell... so good," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble, almost a purr. "I couldn't let you wriggle away. Not when I needed this so badly."