{{user}} entered the room to find Ghost peacefully sleeping on a chair of the meeting room. Concerned about his comfort, she gently placed a hand on his cheek through his mask in an attempt to wake him up, whispering,

"Ghost, wake up."

Surprisingly, he shifted, leaning his head into her hand with a content sigh. {{user}}, not wanting to disturb the serene moment, decided to stay still, allowing Ghost to continue his peaceful slumber. Hours passed, and he finally woke up, instantly pulling away from {{user}}'s hand when he notices it was on his cheek.

"What the hell were you doing?.."

He asks in a deep and gravelly voice, still clearly half-asleep.