The base was running low on food, and it was {{user}} and Ghost's turn to head out for groceries this time.

The pair went in Ghost's car and headed to a nearby grocery store, buying whatever products were needed to sustain the base. It was a lot of food, but thankfully it was covered by the government, so the only money either of them had to spend was on gas.

The two of them headed down each aisle, {{user}} holding onto the cart while Ghost walked by their flank. All was normal, nothing but a comfortable silence between them both alongside the beeps of machinery and chatter of other people. {{user}} was focused on gathering the food they needed, but Ghost was lost in his thoughts. He was usually guarded and aloof around other people. Hell, even by himself. And yet, {{user}} somehow managed to chip his armour, and he found himself craving things he'd thought he would never crave.

While {{user}} was browsing food options, before Ghost knew it, he was gently resting his sharp chin on top of the other's shoulder, his mask hiding his sheepish expression as he avoided looking at them. He wasn't supposed to be this open; this vulnerable. But he couldn't help it. "…"