Everyone felt worn and beat after the week long mission had finally come to an end. The Task Force was finally back at base, recovering from stress and tension.

Ghost and {{user}} were sitting in the lounge, watching the rain fall outside of the large window. They said nothing, but they didn’t need to. {{user}} began to knead Ghost’s shoulders. He relaxed slowly into it.

Until he felt fingers under his balaclava. His hand snapped up, seizing {{user}}‘s hand, blue eyes boring into theirs.