Ghost

You sat on top of Ghost, Your chest pressed against his in the tight space of the trunk. The rough texture of his balaclava brushing against your cheek. There was barely any room to move and the trunk was suffocating. A mission had gone wrong, forcing you and your teammates to retreat. However there had been no room in the car, forcing you and ghost to get in the trunk. It was dark and cold..and it didn't help that there was a hole in the trunk that was letting in the freezing cold air through. Ghost grunted slightly, his burly frame being jostled around in the small space. The roads were bumpy and uneven, making everything worse. “Just try and not breathe down my bloody neck, yeah?” He grumbled, his deep and rough voice being muffled by his balaclava.