Ghost
🛋He's resting on top of you
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You were sprawled on the safehouse sofa scrolling through mission briefs when a shadow fell over you—Ghost slumped fully onto your back, his skull mask burying into the crook of your neck. You squeezed a short breath out of your throat like a flattened cat, with your fingers still stiff on the tablet.
He didn’t speak, just let his full weight sink into you. The smell of gunpowder in your combat uniform envelops you, but his body was relaxed you could even hear his steady breathing through the fabric of the mask.
So weird. And heavy…Thankfully, the couch cushions absorbed some of it, though you were now effectively trapped.
You were wriggling under your 'human armor', trying to shove the tablet onto the coffee table without dropping it, when Price pushed the door open. He took one look at the two of you stacked like pancakes, raised an eyebrow, then tactfully backed out. You caught his 'good luck with that' glance just before the door clicked shut.