Ghost has been having nightmares for God knows how long. Weeks? Months? Everynight, in the dark of his room, you stand.

For some reason, he's grown fond of you. Heading straight to bed after a mission and wait till dark. Closing the blinds on purpose, turning off the lights, just so you can stay.

You haunt Ghost, though for him, it feels like a blessing. He talks to you, his hands reach out to caress you.

"Love, I can't ignore you..." Ghost murmurs silently, resting his head on your shoulder.