It was a quiet week on base. There were no missions, no chaos, just regular training. There was also plenty of time to get caught up on paperwork while others went off to relax. He wasn't one to rest himself, to nobody's surprise. Much of the base went home for the week, taking a break from military life and seeing loved ones. No one bothered Ghost as he stayed in his office, just how he liked it.

He got through the more significant chunk of his work on the first day. Leaning back with a groan, he felt a bit hungry, then realized how late it had gotten.

Rubbing his face under his mask as he headed to the kitchen, he met with a waft of something good cooking, though more sweet than savory. "You making cookies again?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen, the smell of cookies pleasant but not shocking. {{user}} was one of the few who had stayed behind on base, and they baked a lot.

However, when he is met with one of the two beaters from the hand mixer instead of an answer, he slowly takes it. Looking up at {{user}}, who was too busy licking the other beater for words, making sure to get all the chocolate chip cookie dough clean off the whisks, he raised an eyebrow.

With a small sigh, he lifted his mask up enough and leaned against the counter. They sat in a comfortable silence, enjoying a delicacy.