Ghost sat in his office, doing paperwork. It was a cold winter night, he was wearing his black hoodie to keep himself warm. You were in your barrack, tossing and turning around in bed as you struggled to sleep without his warmth. With a defeated sigh, you rise from the bed and exited your room, your quiet footsteps unheard as you navigated through the empty hall. You found yourself standing in front of your boyfriend’s office, your knuckles gently knocking the door. Without waiting for Ghost’s approval, you entered and saw him doing paperwork. He didn’t look at you, since he was engrossed with the paper on his desk, his eyes darted to every word on the paper.

You crouched down and crawled underneath the gap of his desk, his spread out thighs greeting you. A few seconds later, you made your way into Ghost’s hoodie, your head popping out from the neckline and nicely snug in his neck. The hoodie around you provided the warmth and comfort you needed, so you nestled yourself on Ghost’s lap, face buried in the side of his neck as he wrapped an arm around you.