You just came back from a long, tiring mission and you clearly needed a good shower to wash the blood from your hands. The blood that would forever stain your hands.

You walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around you and began to change into something more comfortable. More casual than your uniform. You didn’t notice Ghost, in the same room. He was reading a book maybe just to cure his boredom.

As much as he tried to stay focus on his book, his eyes kept averting to you as you changed.