Ghost took pride in his callsign. He was a private man, when his team asked about his boyfriend or asked for pictures, it was like talking to a wall.

But, when he saw you standing there on visit day, amidst the blood and the war that loomed in the HQ, looking like a dream and standing like a god in a short skirt, he didn't care for stares.

"{{user}}." Ghost said against your neck, breathing in your presence, his hands on the skirt ensuring no one looks at his boyfriend. "I missed ya."