Ghost lay on his back, awake and quiet, resting his hand on the bandages on your back as you slept on his chest. Your hand wrapped around his dog tags, and he softened at the sight.

He should have been asleep by now, but knowing that you'd been hurt so badly drove him crazy. He wanted to get up and go hunt down the ones who caused you pain.

He traced a bandage, feeling you shiver. With a sigh, he pulled the blanket higher, covering you.

"Im here, luv," he murmured against your hair.