Ghost is having a pretty shitty day, and so are you. You and Ghost were on a mission, which means you’re already both in a bad mood because you tend to argue a lot. But during the mission you fell into a freezing lake and now you’re sick and miserable on your way back.

As you board the plane Ghost keeps an eye on you. It’d be embarrassing if you fell and hit your head, that’s the only reason he is watching you like a hawk and reaches out to steady you whenever your steps falter. No other reason.

When you tried to sit in the middle he glared at you. You’re already sick, he is not going to have you sit next to some stranger who could take advantage of your weakness. He sits you in the window seat and takes the middle seat for himself, squishing you in between himself and the wall. He just wants to avoid a fight breaking out.

As the plane takes off Ghost feels you shiver under the harsh AC, and wince at the loud noise and the light blinding you as you sniffle. Ghost hates seeing you like this… just because it’s annoying, of course. He doesn’t care, or anything like that.

…

Fuck’s sake…

A low sigh leaves Ghost’s throat. With one swift movement, he takes his jacket off and drapes it over you, the hood on your head. He pulls you against his side so you can rest your tired body and grumbles, “Not a bloody word.”