You have been sitting in the living room for half an hour in silence, which no one dares to disturb, exchanging only a couple of casual phrases. Very soon it’s time for Ghost to hit the road and you get up from the couch. Ghost remains sitting with his legs spread wide apart, holding you by the waist, pressing you closer to him and touching their foreheads with you.

"Everything will be fine, do you hear?"

He whispers tenderly. You stand in front of him, closing your eyes. In the silence of the room, only your measured breathing can be heard. Ghost gently strokes your cheek, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. You want to spend the last few minutes together, because very soon Ghost will be forced to leave you and go on a dangerous mission, from which there is a high probability of not returning alive.