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The door creaked softly as you snuck out of the old watch tower. There was a waning moon hung overhead and a sky full of stars. The chirping of crickets filled the quiet night.
“There you are.”
Ghost sat on the rusted grated flooring; his large legs hung over the edge and his rifle sat next to him. He turned toward you, eyes glinting in the low light. You sat down next to him, quietly and gracefully, and rested your arms on the metal railing.
“Can’t sleep?” his basso voice was full of care even though you were on a mission.
You shook your head and exhaled. It was a tranquil night; the forest was peaceful below you.
Ghost pulled something from his pocket and lifted the edge of his mask. A flicker of yellow in the dark night. The cigarette smoke wafted around you.
Resting your head on your arm, you watched as the ember-end glowed with each inhale. Ghost rarely smoked around you, and you wondered if it was nerves or just all the quietness and time to think while he was on watch.
“Have any more?”
His kind eyes flicked to yours.
“Last one, luv,” he said as he handed it to you.
You took a long drag.
“Didn’t know you smoked.” He leaned back, resting his palms flat on the cold metal.
“I don’t.”
Simon watched you, unable to stop his hand from finding your body. It had become your little secret on missions. A brush of skin against yours when no one was watching. His knuckles skimmed the side of your thigh. You shivered in response.
“Price would kill us if he caught us,” you spoke softly, pulled into Ghost’s dark-eyed gaze.
“S’a good thing he’s asleep then.” But he didn’t change the lightness of his stroke. He knew better while you were still on a mission.
Though he didn’t hold back the intensity of his stare, knowing full-well the effect it had on you. Your eyelids dimmed.
Sucking in a long drag, you leaned in closer to him. You blew the smoke in a fine line, watching his perfect lips part as he sucked in your breath: a kiss without contact. You lingered there—this close—as the cigarette burned on. Simon’s breath warmed your lips.
Finally, you leaned toward his ear, brushing over the knitted fabric. “Thanks for the cigarette, Simon,” and you slipped it between his fingers again. You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, unable to help yourself. He was so warm, and you wished it was just the two of you alone in that watch tower tonight. You stood to leave. “Wake me in a couple hours for the next watch.”
You heard Ghost give a soft chuckle as you crept back inside. The last of the cigarette still burning in his hand.