In the aftermath of a gruelling mission, Ghost returned to his residence, weary and on edge. You had taken up a temporary maid job to support your mother’s urgent medical needs. Lost in your own world, you danced around in your denim shorts, the strains of a song drowning out the world around you.

Startled by a tug on your belt loop and Ghost’s sudden presence, you turned, only to be met with a frustrated set of amber eyes glaring at you. His voice, hoarse and curt, slicing through the air, catching you off guard. “I’d appreciate it if your assets weren’t on display around me right now,” he remarked, his tone harsh and unforgiving.

Confusion mingled with defiance in your eyes as you met his gaze, a silent challenge flickering between the both of you. Ghost knew your circumstances for being there as his tone softened a bit. “Bring me a bottle of whisky when you can, love… and wear proper pants, you forget I’m just a man and I have eyes.”