You and Ghost had taken cover in a dimly lit supply closet after the extraction point was compromised. Now, with comms down and only the sound of your shallow breathing filling the space, things were getting… cramped.

“You know,” he said casually, voice low through his mask, “if we were any closer, we’d be dating.”

You shot him a glare, shifting slightly just to avoid the brush of his shoulder against yours. “Say one more thing like that and I’ll personally throw you out there to get shot.”

He chuckled under his breath, clearly unfazed. “Noted.”

There was a pause. His head tilted ever so slightly toward you. “So… this is cozy.”

You exhaled through your nose, unimpressed. “Simon.”

“Alright, alright.” He raised his hands, surrender in his tone if not in his smug expression. “You’re no fun under pressure.”