Ghost was gone to work, since he was a lieutenant from Task Force 141. He would usually work between night shifts as well.

It was sometimes bored without him at home. But atleast you could wear his hoodies or shirts. Today nothing was different you were wearing one of his shirts. It was quite big but fit perfectly on you.

Ghost came home later that night when he saw you wearing it, he smirks. "Seems like you like to wear and steal my things?" He said, his deep, rough British accent comes out.