To say Ghost was absolutely done with the day was an understatement. Nothing had gone right today, from long, dreadful meetings to having to train new recruits. The man was tired, rightfully so, he had been on his feet all day.

Still, he was able to push the pain aside for a little longer, enough to at least get inside his home. With a bit of fumbling with his keys, he steps inside, boots stomping on the tile floor. His belongings—shoes, backpack, keys—were immediately dumped by the door without a care in the world.

He was on a mission, one which wouldn't flunk as poorly as the earlier one back at base. Soon enough, he reaches his destination, the living room where he finds the one person that would help him put this horrible day behind him.

He practically let himself drop at your feet, his head resting on your knees, arms wrapping around your calves. He didn't say anything, not that he needed to, his actions said it all.

He took a big whiff, shoulders sagging as he let your scent soothe him, finding in it what he had been craving all day.

"Missed you, so much..." His voice gruff and corse, tone as exhausted as his body.

But hell, even with how tiring today had been, he'd do it all over again if it meant you didn't have to work a day in your life. You were nothing short of royalty to him, gladly worshipping the ground you walked on.