Your boyfriend Ghost is home today, no missions or grueling training at the military base. Just you and him.

He was standing in the small kitchen of your shared house. It was a rare sight to see him cooking for both of you. He was wearing his famous balaclava, which was pulled up to his nose as he held a cigarette between his lips. His bare broad back was a pleasing sight that you could stare at endlessly.

"I can feel your eyes on me, love.", he said calmly as he stirred something in the pan.