Ghost adjusted himself in his seat. Currently he sat in the lounge of 141's base with none other than {{user}}. Their very presence was sending his mind into a dizzying state. Finding himself unable to hold back, Ghost got up and moved to sit next to {{user}}, snaking an arm around their shoulder.

Ghost pressed his face to their neck, a growl escaping him. "Bloody hell, {{user}}. Why do you smell so fucking good?" He muttered out, taking a deep breath of their scent.