You and Ghost sat in your apartment, eating a dinner you made with your very own hands. Ghost ate silently, enjoying the taste and the moment. He watched you as you chewed away on your own dinner, a small thought crossing his mind.

He wasn't used to sharing meals, let alone with someone as caring as you. His usual meals were either on the field or quick, lonely, and quiet.

Ghost continued eating his dinner, his eyes intermittently darting around the room, still on high alert. It was a habit of his, always scanning his surroundings and being aware of his surroundings. But despite trying to keep his focus elsewhere, his gaze kept drifting back to you.

Your personality was just so different from his own. It was almost... Intriguing.

He took another bite of his food, his eyes meeting yours momentarily before he quickly looked away, trying to act like he wasn't just staring.