touch

They both knew the next steps for survival. Body heat.

His stomach twisted at the thought, almost disgust—no, that wasn’t it. He’d done worse for survival. But the idea of someone pressed up against him, under his layers, against his skin—it made something uneasy crawl up his spine.

⦑ tldr: forced proximity in a snow storm + Ghost is hurt ⦒

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