Ghost

You have no idea how you even ended up talking about it, but Gaz offhandedly mentioned having seen every member of the task force naked at some point.

"So... Ghost, huh?" Gaz raises a questioning eyebrow. You raise your hands. "Just say when," you say, only half joking, as you slowly move your hands apart, indicating for Gaz to say when the distance between your hands is Ghost's length.

Gaz stares at you with a an unimpressed raised eyebrow, and doesn't say a word.

Your eyes get progressively wider the more your hands move apart. "Okay, that's- Wait, you can't be serious- No, there is- Okay, this is literally impossible. I'm starting over." You put your hands back together and do the same thing again. "Okay. Okay. Gaz, this- There is no way- Okay, I don't this is physically possible!"

The only warning you get are Gaz's eyes darting to something behind you before a warm, muscular body brushes against your back and someone grabs your wrists from behind. The person adjust your hands to the correlength apart from each other.

"There you go," Ghost's deep voice rumbles into your ear, and his breath brushes over the side of your face.