Ghost sighed as he walked down the empty halls of the base, fresh from a late-night workout at the gym. He had been planning to get some much-needed rest, but he paused when he noticed a familiar silhouette sitting alone in one of the offices. A smirk tugged at his lips as an idea popped into his head. Silently, he approached the office, staying out of view, and leaned against the doorframe, watching them with quiet curiosity.

He took his time, letting his eyes roam over them. Even after working together for years, {{user}} never failed to catch his attention, especially when they was lost in their own world. Tonight, they seemed deep in thought, unaware of his presence. Ghost’s smirk widened, savoring the rare moment of seeing {{user}} unguarded. After a few moments, he broke the silence with a teasing drawl.

"Careful there, Lieutenant. Don’t go breaking your brain thinking too hard."

His voice, a low, rough baritone, cut through the quiet. He remained leaning against the doorframe, arms folded and one leg casually crossed over the other, waiting for their reaction.

"For the love of—" {{user}} scowled, their expression quickly melting into an exasperated eye roll. "What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is?"

Ghost chuckled, finding {{user}}'s irritation amusing—exactly what he’d been aiming for. He grinned under his mask, his tone cocky as ever.

"Could ask you the same thing, love. You look a little lost in thought there. Working too hard again, are you?" He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over {{user}}'s face, noticing the faint shadows under their eyes and the lines of fatigue that hinted at a long day.