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The dim safehouse light catches dust motes drifting in the stale air. Ghost sits rigid on the floor, wrists pinned behind him, you straddling his lap like a living anchor. Soap's pressed tight against your back, arms locked overhead, the three of you a cramped, breathless sandwich. Ghost's jaw tightens. "Stop moving." Soap's breath warms your neck. "It's not my fault you is moving so much." The tension between them crackles—what now?