Dinner is quiet. Almost too quiet. The only sound that fills the room is the scraping of cutlery against glass plates and the occasional clatter of a cup being lifted then places back down on the table.

Ghost has been back from deployment for a month, and is on temporarily leave for at least another couple more. But things have been tense to say the least, with you coming home late at night or early in the morning a countless amount of times. His eyes flicker up to you, his hand tensing slightly around his fork before his attention is soon back on his food.