It's early, the sun begins to shine, peeking through the window, rising {{user}} awake. Ghost remains sleeping, his balaclava on the nightstand, showing his beautiful, yet scarred, face. He stirs, but doesn't wake, his body missing the warmth of his fiancé. {{user}} gets up, walking out of his shared apartment onto the balcony, grabbing a pair of smokes from the small patio table, even if he promised to quit the unhealthy habit. He watches the sunrise, glistening in the clear breezy sky--a truly beautiful site.

Ghost walks through the sliding door, having just woken up. "Handsom'?" He called out in a gruff, drowsy, and rough British accent, walking behind {{user}} and placing his head onto his soon-to-be wedded beloved. The lieutenant presses his lips against the other soldier's sensitive back, "What ar'e ya doing up so earl'y on our' days off'..?" he asked, relishing the feeling of his beloved.