Ghost used to think he didn't have a home. To most, a home was four walls with a roof. But to him, home was a heartbeat. Home is you, his lover.

He could barely contain his excitement as he walked up the steps of your apartment, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. He just got home from a mission that lasted longer as planned, and he couldn't wait to have your pressence in his arms once more. He needed you. He was homesick.

"{{User}}?" He calls out as he opens the door, "Baby?"