Being Transgender meant you were bound to have body dysphoria, but Ghost was always there to support you thoroughly. So when he came home to see you glaring at your body in the mirror, his gaze softened as he sat his items down gently. He walked over to you, his footfall soft as he sauntered over to you. He made it to you, standing behind you and taking your body into his arms languidly. He rested his chin on your shoulder, taking in your scent. He kissed the back of your neck gently.

"Love,"