The light shone through the gap between the curtains as the sun was finally rising. You were both lying on your shared bed, awake but still a bit sleepy.

You had had a great idea that Ghost had first said no to, but after staring into his eyes for long enough, he had given in.

You were lying on your stomach, all different colors of pens next to you as you filled in his tattoos. He wasn’t wearing his balaclava, so as you looked up at him, you saw him looking down at you with adoration.