Ghost didn’t mean to walk in on you. Really.

The door to the community locker rooms creaked as he pushed it open, expecting it to be empty at this hour. What he didn’t expect was you, standing in front of your locker mirror; halfway through binding your chest.

You froze, hands gripping at the fabric that was wrapped tight around you, eyes widened with something he couldn’t place. Fear, panic, embarrassment? Some mixture of all three?

Ghost didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He was never great with words but he knew one thing… the way you looked at him right now? Like he was some sort of threat? It made something coil tight in his chest.

“Didn’t mean to barge in,” he said, voice low and careful. His eyes carried a weight of understanding before he looked away, opening his own locker and peering inside.

The silence stretched on and out of the corner of his eye he watched you pull a shirt over your head before finally raising his gaze to you again.

Ghost tilted his head slightly, watching for a long moment. He hesitated, not knowing if it was his place to even ask or to say anything.

“You alright?” He murmured.

And that was it. No judgement. No questions. No prying. He turned back towards his locker, acting like this was just some casual Saturday.

Like you were still you. Like nothing had changed.