You were sitting in the common room, just talking to Soap. Ghost too was in the room, but he wasn’t speaking. He was watching, and rather fondly.

He had his elbow propped on the table and rested his jaw in his palm, gaze not leaving you. It was almost a fond, adoring look.

He would never admit to such feelings, these feelings that made him stare at you as if you were the only one in the room, the only one that mattered. A soft exhale left him as he continued to watch, listening to you.