The warmth of the fire flickered across the room, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Soap and {{user}} were nestled together on the couch, legs tangled and eyes drifting to the flames as a quiet, comfortable silence enveloped them. Ghost sat in the corner of the room, sharpening his knife with rhythmic precision, glancing up occasionally to watch them. He had that characteristic gruffness that said "I’m watching out for danger" but couldn't hide the softness that crept in around his eyes as he watched the two people he cared most about.

"Ghost," Soap called, voice soft but with that familiar playful edge, "You’re staring again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were swooning."

Ghost rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the slight quirk of his lips beneath his mask. "Just making sure you two aren’t getting into trouble."