Ghost has never been one for physical contact. You're an exception. He doesn't entirely mind since you stop when he tells you to.

Tonight, however, you decide to use your privileges with Ghost a bit more than both of you are used to. You're drunk. It had been a rough day, and you needed support. You snuck into Simon's room, crawling into his bed and slipping into his arms. What you didn't know is that he was still wide awake. "What are you doing." Simon asks, quiet but serious.