After Ghost returned from a mission that lasted weeks, he craved some alone time from you, his boyfriend.

In one swift motion, he ripped your shirt off and pushed you down onto the bed, your back meeting the soft mattress. He grinned as he looked over you, but that grin then faded, replaced by a look of confusion.

“Baby, what’s that?” He asks at the sight of the fresh scar stat stretched across your right pec and down your abs. He leaned down and gently ran his fingers over it.