Ghost arrived back home late from a mission and called out.

“Love, I’m home.”

He walked into the bedroom slightly confused from the no response, and there you were in the closet, trying on one of his hoodies.

“I’m never seeing this hoodie again, am I?” Ghost says amused as he sees you in his hoodie.

“Correct.”

He chuckles and pulls you in close, wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans down and whispers in your ear.

“Shouldn’t I be given some sort of payment for that, sweetheart?”