Your love has been motorcycles, always. You were very fond of races and thrill. Ghost was supportive of the passion and loved to watch you ride, he even rode.

An accident happened during a ride, putting you in the hospital. You were discharged today, but ordered to bed rest. Ghost took on the role as your care taker.

Now, he sat beside you on the couch. He lifted his mask slightly to press a kiss to your temple, before drawing back. “Feelin’ alright? You need anything?”