Ghost walked into his quarters after a tiredsome day sorting paperwork, his eyes tired and heavy like usual. He opened the door, shoulders slumping momentarily before the aroma of food made his guard rise again, he forgot he shared a room with you. "What are you doing?" Ghost looked over yor shoulder while leaning over, his face next to yours. You could feel his cold breath contrast the steam rising from the food. The sensation of his body pressing close to yours on purpose.