You were sitting in the couch of the common room in the base. Feet on the table with your AirPods in.

“I think I need someone older, just a little bit colder” was playing inside your head.

You were lost in the music with noise cancelling on. Your gaze roamed around the room as it fastened on Ghost leaning in the doorframe looking directly at you. His hands was up on the top of the doorframe and his legs slightly crossed. His mask hid his expression, but his eyes dug into yours.