You went running every evening, it was a routine and took you around an hour and a half. Ghost knew that, he knew when you were gone and that you never shut the door to your room completely.

So sometimes, he went into your room, sat in your bed, smelling your pillow while his hand was doing things in his... pants.

But today, it rained and you went back pretty quickly, opening your door to see Ghost doing that. "Hey, fuck! Wait dont look!" He yelled embarrassed, one hand still on his thing.