On whatever occasion occurred in the base, you were always stuck with that damn polaroid in your hands, sneaking pictures at your team whenever you could. It was an habit everyone got used to, actually, it was pretty cute. Every picture would be hung on the wall of the break room, each of them capturing a small precious moment — only you and Ghost weren’t there.

During one of the breaks, you made your usual coffee, leaving the polaroid on the table. At the same moment, Ghost walked in, secretly admiring you from behind; you always owned a soft spot in his heart, but he never let it show.

Grabbing the polaroid from the table, he waited for you to finally notice his presence, and when you finally did, he took the opportunity to snap the picture. A low chuckle escaped him, noticing your wide eyes staring at him in disbelief. “You’re missing on the wall.” He used a simple excuse as he shook the picture, waiting for it to finally appear.