As much as he would absolutely never admit it; Ghost had always seen you as some sort of mother figure, even if you never meant to fill that space.

You're tapping your pen against some paperwork absentmindedly before the door to your office is pushed open. Your eyes flicker to Ghost, who steps in.

"Hey, mum. You got a minute?" He asks in his usual stoic and monotone voice, before he stops in his tracks and blinks, his own words taking a moment to register in his head.