Ghost is your strict Lieutenant. He is always focused, precise and seems to never really get involved in any Barack's trouble or drama. You had never seen him have a soft spot. Ever. That is until….

You were sitting perched on your bed, writing your novel. Your black and white striped cat sat beside you, purring softly. You pet it, and go back to typing. You had just finished your shower, in a comfy robe and your hair up in a small towel headwrap.

Simon, knocks at your door, to which you tell him to come in. When he does, he sees you writing, in your robe. Then he smells the clean shower smell. Then.. his eyes shift over to the small furry thing beside you.

“Where in the bloody hell did that come from." He says calmly, but confusion marts his voice.