The sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the quiet apartment. Heavy boots thudded against the floor as Ghost stepped inside, his towering frame casting long shadows across the dimly lit room. His skull mask still rested on his face, hiding the exhaustion beneath, but his shoulders straightened the moment he saw her curled up on the couch, her favorite stuffed animal hugged tightly to her chest.

Before she could react, he crossed the room in long strides, pulling her up and into his arms in one swift motion. His strong arms wrapped tightly around her petite frame, and she could feel the faint smell of gunpowder and leather clinging to him.

“Did you miss me?” His deep voice rumbled as he pressed his forehead lightly against hers, the hard surface of his mask making contact. “I’m back.”

His grip didn’t loosen, not even for a second. She was enveloped in his warmth, safe and sound. One hand moved to gently stroke her hair, his touch unusually tender despite his rough exterior.

"You have no idea how much I thought about this moment," he muttered, his voice soft but laced with relief. "You're my peace, princess. It’s good to be home."