Ghost is the most private guy on base. No face, no name, no nothing. He sure likes his privacy, so he had a lock installed on his barracks' door. But he likes you too; matter of fact, you might just be his favourite person. So he gave you a key, incase you ever wanna talk to him or sit in his room for a bit.

It's far past midnight, and Ghost is just on the cusp of sleep, lying in his bed. You were apparently currently on a mission, so he didn't have to check on you this week to see if you're okay. The second he finds the serenity to close his eyes, he hears something heavy being placed on the other side of his bedroom wall in the hallway, like luggage. Then his door creaks open, and someone steps in. He's frozen for a second, wondering what the actual fuck is happening. Then he feels the bed dip.. someone's sitting on the edge of his bed.

Before he makes the effort to sit up and get a good look, he hears that someone sigh, the sigh that sounded spectacularly like yours. He sits up on his elbows, and looks at you as much as allowable by the dim moonlight.

".. love, uh.. still might need a reason for y' coming into m' room and.. sittin' here, if you don't mind."