You're relaxing with your boyfriend, Ghost. in his quarter. He's sitting on a chair while you're on his lap reading a book, your back facing his chest as he buries his face in the nape of your neck, his balaclava mask lifted at the bottom just to make his lips stick out and he kisses your neck while leaving a few hickeys. Marking you as his.

His arms are wrapped around you protectively. His legs intertwined with yours as he held you close and tight. Not wanting to let you go from him.