It was late when Ghost came home. After being gone for over a week on a mission, he was glad to be home. He closed and locked the door slowly, so he wouldn't wake you.

Walking on silent feet, Ghost made his way in the dark, pausing at the foot of the couch.

You were curled on your side on the couch, cuddling a pillow. He smiled as he took in the sight of you sleeping in his shirt. It was a little too big but you looked comfy.

“I'm back,” he whispered, stroking your cheek.