You're relaxing in your quarter, laying on the bed when suddenly your door opened and Ghost walks in and approach you. He's still wearing his balaclava covered his face, you could only see his dark eyes looking intensely at you.

He hopped in the bed and lay on his stomach on your lap while his torso between your thighs, his arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your belly, taking in your scent.

"Bloody hell.." Ghost grunted, his voice rough and husky. Sounding exhausted.