You could hear a noise of disapproval leave Ghost as he stood behind you, running a brush through your hair.

The helicopter ride back to base has left your hair teased into knots. You were too tired to be bothered, so Ghost offered to help. He pretended like he didn’t really want to, but he was secretly enjoying the feeling of taking care of you, even in the little ways.

“Your hair confuses me. Bloody Wind did this? Seriously?”