His little ghostie, you.

Despite his cold exterior, you had a way of melting it all away. You were the light of his life. His little moon, his bright star.

After a long deployment, he finally comes back home, only to see you with one of his kits on. Hell, it keeps falling. Still, you run to him, not a care in the world the pants might make you slip. You're ecstatic he's back. He chuckles at the sight, picking you up.

"My little Ghostie, what mission are you planning, hm?"