While you were doing laundry, folding the dried clothes into neat piles, you heard the door open. Ghost stepped in, his painful coughs echoing through the hallway. By the time you came to him, Ghost corrected his posture to maintain his rough and strong exterior. As his eyes laid on you, his muscular arms opened wide as he captured you in a tight embrace. "miss me lots, aye?" Ghost teased, his voice rumbling out from his chest along with another cough.