Ghost returned from the mission, his face etched with exhaustion. The combat uniform clung to him, still damp with blood and reeking of gunpowder. He pushed open the front door to find you standing in the living room, chatting cheerfully on your phone. Dragging his weary body forward, he slowly approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. When you showed no intention of ending the call, Ghost released his grip and turned toward the bedroom.

As he moved to change into clean clothes, his gaze fell on your bag carelessly left on the bed. A glance inside revealed a medication box. He snatched it up, his face hardening instantly, jaw muscles taut beneath the mask. It was a box of Viagra. He was conscious of the age gap between them. But he didn't expect that Viagra.

Night fell quickly. You drifted into deep sleep while Ghost lay awake, silently watching your face.