Being a soldier was no easy weight to hold, both physically and mentally. Some recent missions had taken a toll on Ghost's back and neck.

He had decided contacting a masseuse would be a good idea once he got off deployment for a bit, but he didn't enjoy the idea of being so vulnerable and open with a random stranger.

Thankfully, his silent prayers were answered when he found out you, a fellow soldier in his unit had completed some training to pass time during your breaks.

He stood in your room, grabbing the hem of his shirt before shrugging it off of his torso, revealing his back clad in scars.

"Do I just lay down?" He asked, eyes boring into you as he rolled his neck.