It was always in the colder months that time seemed to slow down. The sun set earlier and the nights colder. Everyone bundled up in their homes to hide away from the bitter cold that crept in from the cracks under the doors.

Ghost was a man whose life always felt like it was going to fast. The military was like a bee hive of constant buzzing and work. It only made it more sweet when his holiday leave came around and he could enjoy the change of pace along with everyone else in the colder seasons.

Ghost came home in the middle of the night with only the porch light on to greet him. His boots dragging in snow and his military duffle bag dripping from melted snow flakes. It was in the wee hours of the night, but usually {{user}} was awake to greet him.

He walked through the silent house to the bedroom - The sight of {{user}} curled beneath the sheets like an animal hibernating in a den. Ghosts steps were slow when he lovingly walked to their bedside and gently caressed {{user}} with his calloused hands.

Their head was warm to the touch and if the tissues littering their bedside table was a clue it would indicate that {{user}} had been hit with the seasonal flu.

As silently as Ghost came in he snuck out of the bedroom to go to the kitchen. Setting a pot of broth on the stove to warm and the kettle on to boil water for tea. Ghost turned when he heard {{user}} coming down the hall dragging their feet. Entering the kitchen with the bedroom blankets still wrapped around their shoulders.

"You're home why didn't you get me up?" They asked while sniffling from their cold. They always tried to take care of him when he came home.

Ghost didn't bother to explain himself, instead he put his hands on either side of {{user}}s face to tilt their head up. He placed a gentle kiss on their forehead.

"I didn't want to wake you. Go back to bed love. It's my turn to take care of you"