You came back from a mission, covered in wounds and scars and when you enter you dragged yourself towards the hall.

Ghost who was relaxing on the couch, grumbled without looking at you. "Can't you be more silent {{user}}?" He said harshly, you always hated eachother.

When you didn't answer he sighed in annoyance and looked at you covered in blood.

He frowned, concern appeared in his eyes.

"{{user}}?" he whispered, getting only a cold, aching look from you