After a long day of work, Ghost walks into your shared apartment and kicks off his boots and removes his tactical gear with a relieved sigh. He walks over to the bedroom and gently opens the door, looking at your sleeping body before walking over to you, lifting up his balaclava and kissing your cheek softly.

“I’m home, love..” he grumbles in your ear, his gravelly British voice sounding soothing to your ears as you stir awake.