Late in the afternoon, the whole of TF 141 sat around the oval table in the meeting room. Price was recounting the details of the hellishly difficult mission that lay ahead. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone focused on his words, immediately thinking of a plan of action.
How is it possible to do this without repercussions?

Well, calm is not your strong suit.

A thousand possible outcomes were running through your mind at once. Your eyes were fixed on Price with a confident expression, but your knee was involuntarily bouncing under the table at breakneck speed. Nobody could notice that, could they?

But a low, harsh whisper echoed with hot breath near your ear

"If you don't fucking calm down right now, I'm going to throw you out of the meeting room myself."

You turned your head to see Ghost's angry glare.

A second later, his hand slid under the table and squeezed your thigh, leaving no room for movement.

Your heart skipped a beat.