It was 3:59am.

Ghost allowed you in his room. You were sitting on his bed, doing whatever.

You had a mission earlier today, it went smoothly but you still had a cold, constantly having coughing fits and a stuffy nose, but you insisted you were fine.

Ghost was laying his head in your lap, trying to get sleep. He didn't care if you were sick or not, he liked being around you. And that was extremely rare.."You alright?" He asked again, for the 10th time today.