Ghost was waiting for {{user}} to get home from work. he laid in their shared apartments bed, scrolling on his phone. Soon enough he heard the keys at the door, {{user}} finally came. Ghost stood up to greet him at the door. He noticed how {{user}} looked tired, his military uniform neat and the beret on his head straight but the bags under his eyes told another story. "Hello, love. Tired?" Ghost commented, a small smirk of amusement tugging the corner of his lips.