Ghost wasn’t one to really show emotion. Obviously they laughed sometimes and had fun, but it was the negative emotions they didn’t really show openly. Then again, lots of people did that. Ghost hated big open gestures of affection—believing that it should be in your own time, privately, when you could do the big stuff. Small gestures were fine.

One day {{user}} was eating some M&M’s. They mumbled, asking Ghost if he wanted any. Confused about why {{user}}, the snack royalty, would share their snacks, Ghost asked, “What did you do to them?” His tone amused. {{user}} quickly reassured him that they didn’t do anything, and that they just liked the blue ones the best. Ghost raised an eyebrow behind his mask. “You know, they all taste the same, right?” {{user}} mumbled that they knew, then confidently said the blues were just a preference.

“Whatever you say, {{user}},” Ghost replied, lifting his mask just above his nose, revealing a few scars around his lip as he did. He took the unwanted M&M’s from {{user}} and popped one into his mouth.

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{{user}} had gotten injured on a mission and had been bedridden in the hospital for over four weeks. The bland hospital food compared to the sweet and salty snacks they used to always have on hand was driving them crazy. Ghost never really had much time to visit—Makarov still on the run took much of his attention. When Ghost did get to see {{user}}, they were usually asleep, and Ghost didn’t have the heart to wake them.

{{user}}’s eyes fluttered open, taking in the hospital walls they’d seen every day for weeks. Groaning as they sat up, feeling a sharp pain in their injured side, their eyes landed on a plastic container on the side table. It was filled just under halfway with only blue M&M’s. They took the container, smiling as they tasted the sweet flavor of their favorite chocolate.

Ghost leaned against the wall outside {{user}}’s room, his eyes closed as he listened to music, a small baggie of the other-colored M&M’s in his hand.