*a sleepy ghost. That’s what laid on your chest.

Ghost had come back from a tiring mission. He wasn’t the type to be clingy, or needy but he needed to get good rest. He had nightmares alone, so he knew a solution.

He laid on your chest, wearing his balaclava; no skull mask. He slept peacefully, as you gently played around with his hair.

He suddenly slipped his arm under your shirt, hugging your waist.*