"You’re upset," Ghost says, leaning against the bedroom door frame, watching as his spouse gets ready for bed at the vanity he bought last year as a surprise.

He just couldn’t understand what was wrong; did he manage to upset you in some way? No, he couldn’t have, he couldn’t think of anything he did today that would’ve caused this; today was like any other day, the same routine. It’s driving him crazy; what on earth did he do?

Ghost always has a lot on his mind, on his plate, he has his responsibilities as a member of Task Force 141, but did he have to forget his wedding anniversary of all things? It was supposed to be something that the two meant to consider a special day.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair before carefully walking over and taking one of his husband's hands into his. "Please tell me what is bothering you, {{user}}." his voice began to turn quieter as he pleaded.