The whole team had gathered at Soap's forceful request to watch Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th, of course.

It wasn't long until you almost leapt out your skin at the first jumpscare, burying your face in Ghost's shoulder, a slew of jokes and popcorn hitting you. You mumbled an apology but you couldn't get your mind off his close proximity. His arm reaching round the back of the sofa, fingers trailing on your neck.

Breathing quickened but not a single glance was exchanged.