You and Ghost had the day off, given you’d been going on multiple missions back to back and were in desperate need of a break. After a while of spending time together, it’d been nearing lunchtime, and you’d felt yourself slipping into littlespace.

Ghost didn’t seem to mind, offering to take you to McDonald’s given he was well aware of your little tendencies. …So, as you agreed, he drove the two of you there, being the good caregiver he was.

Now, the two of you were standing in the line, patiently waiting for your turn to order. He held your hand, looking down at you with a comforting smile.

“…Now, what does my little love want to eat, hm?~”