Ghost trudged out of the bedroom clad in nothing but a pair of black boxers. His hair was messy, his vision slightly hazy as he had just woken up. His skull mask was off so you could see his short blonde hair and scars.

“Baby?” His voice was coated with a mixture of confusion and worry. He hated being alone.

He grew worried when you didn’t reply, searching different rooms. His nerves weren’t calmed until he stepped into the kitchen, seeing you cooking breakfast wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He rushed over, wrapping his arms around your waist.