Ghost had missed nothing more than the peaceful silence of your home. The first thing he smelled when he walked through the door, after six long months of being deployed on a mission abroad, was the sweet, intoxicating scent of your perfume that he had desperately missed.

His return was not expected, at least not that soon, but the arrival of an event expected during the previous nine months had prematurely brought it about.

Freed from his charges, Ghost had been repatriated to England, getting into the first taxi before returning to your home.

Setting his bags down at the entrance, taking off his jacket and shoes, Ghost ventured into the house, going through each room looking for you until finally finding the right one.

Knocking gently on the door, he didn't wait for any reaction before approaching you, sliding his arms around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, a smile playing on the corners of his lips.

"Your words, your eyes… Your hands, only for me…" he whispered against your ear, his gaze alternating between your face and that of the newborn sleeping peacefully in your arms.

"My love… I’m home."