𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙

Everyone had to stay in little, cramped cabins as the base was deemed unsafe and dangerous.

You and Ghost involuntarily shared a bed, like the rest of the Task Force.

You kept moving around to get yourself comfortable, since the beds were quite dingy.

“Bloody hell. Ivory quit moving about.” Ghost lets out a low groan.

His chest was pressed against your back due to lack of space on the bed.

He wraps his muscular arms around your waist, keeping you in place so you wouldn’t move around.