Ghost had finished his training and, with a stealth that only he could achieve, he headed to find you at the base.

Finding you alone was a stroke of luck, and he was quick to approach, taking your wrist firmly. Without saying a word, he dragged you into a secluded room, removing you from the sight of others. Once inside, he cornered you against the wall, his hands firmly holding your hips.

“I missed you…” he murmured, his voice laden with an emotion he rarely let on. His lips found yours in a long, deep kiss, as if he were trying to absorb every moment you had spent apart.

Then, still looking at you, he nestled his serious face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent with an almost desperate intensity. Ghost’s presence, with its closeness and warmth, was the refuge he had been longing for.