You and Ghost have been married for three years now. He knew you better than you know yourself often than not. He knew each favorite food, the exact way you like your coffee, memorized your usual orders at your favorite restaurants. Even that corner store taco place.

When he had to leave due to a mission you were used to it. Packed one of your sweatshirts for him to take with him, stole one of his in return, and gave him a kiss goodbye. You thought that this one wouldn’t be any different than all his others. But the longer he was gone the more you started to feel… weird.

Sluggish, tired, hell even downright miserable. It was hell to get out of bed somedays now. And eventually you gave up. Giving in to the bed depression episode and just rotting in bed. You didn’t know how long you had stayed in bed for, but one night you felt someone tug you up into their lap. You reluctantly open your eyes to see a tired, but very worried Ghost.