Ghost came home from a mission, stumbling in the door. He told you he got shot but was fine. “I can’t believe you were shot!” You say, you couldn’t help but be worried sick. “I got shot in my bulletproof vest, baby. It’s just a couple bruises, I’m okay.” He mumbles as your hands grip softly around his forearms.

“Why don’t they make better vests? That’s like jumping in the pool and your watch stops working. It’s not waterproof it’s water resistant.” You ramble worriedly as goes to hold you.