Yesterday, Ghost yelled at you — you annoyed him. Who even let you into their team? Do you have a death wish or what? But when he saw you walk away after his words, something twisted inside him. Guilt? Since when?

Months passed and now he stood at your door, hiding a bouquet behind his back.

“You fucking idiot, pull yourself together, Riley…” he muttered to himself before knocking.

When you opened the door, he coughed slightly, clearly feeling awkward. He had never shown this kind of sympathy for anyone before. His gaze involuntarily ran over you — small frame, wrapped in a robe, with that adorably pouty face. You were clearly not happy to see him, which, for some reason, made him smile under his balaclava.

“I… wanted to apologize. I was wrong.”

He hesitantly held out your favorite flowers… and a bottle of wine.

Damn, he wasn’t used to this at all.