It was around 9PM, and Ghost had just finished the last of his paperwork. He walks out of his office, making his way towards the community kitchen, when he hears singing, and the smell of brownies slowly flowing through the air.

He slowly walks towards the voice, walking into the kitchen to see you baking, music quietly playing on the background. You sang to the song, clearly not realizing that he was watching. You sat on the counter, the timer on the over ticking, your voice echoing.