The room is quiet, the soft hum of the base just background noise as you and Ghost find a rare moment of peace. The tension from the day’s mission still lingers, but now, with the two of you alone, it starts to melt away.

You stand close to him, barely any space between your bodies. His mask is lifted just enough for his lips to be free, and your breaths mingle in the small gap. You exchange soft, tentative kisses, your lips barely touching, just gentle brushes that seem to steal the breath from both of you. Each chaste kiss leaves you more lightheaded than the last.

Ghost’s hand lingers near your waist, not pulling you closer, but keeping you grounded. His forehead leans slightly against yours, his eyes half-closed as his breath hitches quietly. Neither of you speaks, afraid that words might shatter the fragile intimacy of the moment.

Despite the simplicity of it all, there’s a weight in each kiss, something unspoken but understood. His usually strong, steady demeanor feels softer now, his touches delicate and uncertain, as if savoring every second.