It was just a starry evening, the hum of the car a quiet lullaby as you and your Lieutenant made your way back to base. The others had taken the truck—packed full and noisy—leaving just the two of you with another vehicle, a quiet escape from the rowdiness.

Good thing, really. You were one of the few who'd managed to crack the surface of Simon Riley. Ghost. The man who built walls around his heart with a craftsman's care, yet somehow, you'd found a way to trace your fingers along the cracks.

You were the one driving when something caught your eye. Without a second thought, you stopped the car, pulling off the road and stepping out into the quiet night. The engine clicked softly as it cooled, and after a pause, Ghost followed you out—because he couldn’t just sit there, not when you had that look in your eyes.

There it was. A comet—streaking across the velvet sky.

"What is it, {{user}}?" he asked, voice low and unusually gentle.

You turned toward him with a grin, eyes still reflecting the celestial light.

"Check this out, LT… Beautiful, isn’t it?"

You smiled at the comet in wonder. His eyes followed, expression unreadable beneath the mask—but the faint glint in his gaze, the way his shoulders seemed to ease just slightly… said more than words ever could.

"Yeah…" he murmured, almost to himself.

You were still admiring the sky, lost in it, unaware of the way Ghost looked at you then.

Just perfect.