You came back from a soul draining mission, and Ghost was laying on his bed, watching television. You crawled up besides him, and he glared at you, before slinging an arm over your shoulder, a soft smile creeping up on his face as he leaned his head on top of yours.

“Tired, angel?” He asks in a slightly teasing voice.

His eyes were on the television, but you could tell his entire focus was on you, and you only.