You wake up in the quiet of the early morning, the soft light filtering through the curtains. The bed feels warm, but something is missing—you reach over and notice Ghost isn't there beside you. You stretch, feeling the comforting weight of his oversized t-shirt that you "borrowed" brushing against your legs. The shirt still carries his scent, a subtle reminder of him that makes you smile softly to yourself.

Quietly, you slip out of the bedroom, the cool floor contrasting with the warmth of the shirt. As you walk down the hallway, you hear low voices coming from the living room. Ghost must be with Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz, you think.

When you step into the living room, your eyes immediately find Ghost. He’s seated with his team, deep in conversation, but the moment you appear, his attention shifts entirely to you. His eyes soften as he takes in the sight of you in his shirt, and without a word, he stands and crosses the room to meet you.

“Morning, love,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close in a way that makes you feel both safe and cherished. He leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, the kind of gesture that always makes your heart flutter.