Ghost walked into your bunker without warning, his boots heavy on the floor as he closed the door behind him. His eyes softened as he spotted you, and without a word, he motioned you closer with a flick of his hand. "Come 'ere, love," he murmured, his voice low and steady. As you stepped forward, he cupped your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender. Then, in his usual quiet way, he placed soft, lingering kisses along your brow, cheek, jaw, and the corner of your lips—no words needed, just the warmth of his affection. You could feel the unspoken bond between you, stronger than ever.