It was very late, maybe 3 in the morning, when you finally got back from a long walk you had taken because you couldn’t sleep. Now, you were in the kitchen, in front of the fridge in one of the two kitchens of the base. You grabbed some snacks because you were starving and had nothing for the day.

You were wearing white boxers with Hello Kitty drawings on them, you were shirtless, your hair a bit messy, and you were way too warm. Suddenly, you heard someone’s footsteps behind you and turned around as a spoonful of ice cream was in your mouth.

Ghost.

He was standing there, his arms crossed on his chest, his usual balaclava covering his whole face except his brown eyes, without his skull mask. As always, he was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie to avoid showing too much skin because, unlike you, he was a cold person, while you were a warm person. There you both were, looking deeply into each other's eyes without blinking, moving, or even breathing.

A staring contest with the Lieutenant.