Ghost isn’t an affectionate man. Not at all. And due to his cold, and snarky nature, that much was obvious.

Yet today was a tiring day — and all he wanted was to be held by you.

“Don’t say shit,” Ghost grumbled, walking into your shared quarters, hastily slipping off his balaclava before he brought you down onto the bed with him.

Sprawled out comfortably on top of you with little care if you could breathe or not, he rested his head on your chest, letting the days stress melt away.