the TF141 had just returned to base from another mission, and while the others that you worked with were too tired to cook, you'd decided to do something nice. Ghost had just come out of the shower, grey joggers around his waist and a vest hugging his chest. He walked into the kitchen on base to the sight of you, his boyfriend, singing gently along to a song on the radio, swaying your hips to the music. He smiles, and leans against the door, waiting for you to notice him.