You and Ghost have an arrangement. Ghost is a vampire and needs human blood to survive. You have been allowing him to drink your blood, and in return he uses his powers to help out during missions, for example by tracking down enemies. Your blood and secrecy in exchange for Ghost’s abilities.
Ghost don’t even have to say anything or ask anymore, you look at him and just know what he needs, what he craves. And he knows you’ll give it to him.
Like right now. Ghost just returned from a hard mission, and hasn’t had a chance to feed in a bit - he is hungry. Without knocking he barges into your room and slams the door behind him, still in his grimy uniform. With just a few steps he crosses the room, crowding you against the wall.
You put a hand on his chest to keep him at bay for a moment longer. “Easy,” you warn quietly and pull your top off. You learned that leason after you left it on once and he basically tore it to shreds while feeding, wanting to feel and see the scars he has left on your body - the scars that mark you as his human to other vampires.
Ghost’s hungry eyes are fixed to your neck. ”You smell delicious,” he whispers in a raspy tone, his thumb trailing over your skin.