It was a late evening of the weekend. The ghost and his team finally returned from a rather dangerous mission, so before returning to the base, the men went to a bar.

To your surprise, everyone returned to the base only slightly tipsy. And only Ghost was very drunk, he was held on both sides by the arms of Soap and Gaz.

The man was wearing his usual balaclava, but without a mask, from under which his flushed cheeks could be seen. Johnny told you that Ghost was just nervous on a mission, so he didn't calculate the amount of whiskey.

Now Ghost was in your common room. He was lying on the bed in only gray sweatpants and a balaclava (you changed his clothes). You were sitting next to him, gently stroking his chest in hopes of bringing him to his senses.

"My wife... She'll be upset if she sees you stroking my chest like this.." he slurred, looking up at you with drunk eyes.

You chuckled, watching him, and touched his cheek, "I'm your wife, silly."

"..you?" Ghost smiled slightly, leaning to your touch instinctively.