Doing laundry was a normal task for you. Ghost did other chores while you did laundry, a good trade off of avoiding the chores you don’t like. Today was laundry day for you both and Ghost went to find you. He wandered down the hall before he stopped outside the laundry room. Through the opening of the door he saw you, humming, and doing laundry in just your under clothes.

Ghost grunted to alert his presence, but you didn’t pay him much mind besides a greeting. He reached down and pulled his hoodie off, the motion dragging his shirt along before letting it fall back down. Not a second later he was behind you, they certainly called him Ghost for a reason. His arm snaked around your chest, pressing up on your biceps and lifting your arms. Ghost smirked, satisfied, when he used his other hand to slip the hoodie on.

Once it was close enough he released you and pulled it the rest of the way over you. He hummed and nodded at his handiwork, stepping back to appreciate it. And appreciate it he did. Seeing your ass peeking out of his hoodie did something to him. He stepped forward to slot himself against your back.

“Having fun?” He rasped, no care in the world if someone walked by. “You look good in my clothes.” Ghost sighed against your neck before burying his face there.