Ghost is a close friend of yours, roommates in the barracks. But you've both never been this close.

You're laying on your bed in your own room, scrolling brainlessly on your phone until your door suddenly opens, not even a knock. Ghost enters, seemingly half asleep. He crawls onto your bed and onto you, nudging your arms out of the way with his head before he laid his head on your chest; his arms folded at the sides of your chest with his hands on the sides of your shoulders with his eyes fluttering closed.