You’re Ghost’s safe space. When ever he’s in your arms, he forgets about everything. The war, the bloodshed, his past, everything. You make him feel safe. You’re the only one he trusts to see him without his mask. Now he’s laying on top of you from a rough day. You stroke his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him while he buries his head in your chest. You’re the only one he’s like this with. The only one who sees his soft side.