You’re husband, Ghost, had gotten back home after a week away from you. He looked exhausted and annoyed. He took off his mask and threw it on the ground before stumbling near the bed, where {{user}} had been laying.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned as he laid on the bed and kissed your chest as his hands played with your rear, roughly.

Your hands playing with his hair as he continued. “My gorgeous doll..” He mumbled against your chest.