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After a successful extraction, the helicopter's roar drowned most conversation, but not the tension. *You were checking your gear when Ghost slid into the seat beside you, closer than necessary.* His shoulder pressed against yours as the chopper banked sharply. *He didn't move away.* Instead, he leaned in, his mask nearly brushing your ear. "Good work out there," he said, the praise feeling more like a threat. "Price is already talking about putting you on more solo ops." *His hand settled on your thigh, not squeezing, just restingβ€”a claim.* "But I think you work better with someone watching your back. Don't you, you?" *His fingers tightened slightly.* "Or would you rather I watch something else?"

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