It was quite late and you couldn’t sleep. You decided to make your way across the base to Ghost’s quarters, a blanket and pillow held in your arms. You knocked on his door a few times before you heard the familiar heavy footsteps. Ghost swung his door open, staring at you for a moment before sighing.

“Fucking hell, {{user}}. Just come in.”

His gruff british accent seeped into your ears, as he held the door open for you.