After weeks of non-stop missions, you'd finally got a day or two of downtime. Ghost sat on the edge of his bed when you let yourself into his room.

"{{user}}?" He questioned as you sat beside him and gently took his arm onto your lap—carefully you rolled up his sleeve to the elbow you began lightly tracing over his tattoos.

Ghost let out a soft, huff of a laugh and rolled his sleeve up higher to expose more of his tattooed arm.