You were bored and sitting in the room you and Ghost shared. Ghost was out of the room for now, when a thought crossed your mind.

You got up and switched your shirt to wear one of Ghost’s to see it’s size compared to yours. The shirt was large and loose on you, yet it hugged his body. You heard the door open, he was standing there, arms crossed and leaning against the doorframe.

“It looks good on you.” He says in his usual rough voice, his British accent thickens his words.