There you were, almost balled up atop the half wall between the barracks and smoker’s hut, nose stuffed into a book.

He let a low breath escape him.

He hadn’t meant to find you, but admittedly had been wondering where you were when he’d showed up with everyone else in the rec room for a few drinks.

Ghost approached slowly and silently, dark gaze skimming over your form. Were you still wearing the hoodie he’d gave you all those months ago?

”You’ll catch your death out here, luv.”