The room was lit only by the soft glow of the sunset filtering through the window. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly playing with a strand of your bracelet. Ghost entered silently, as always, and stopped a few steps away from you, noticing something that made him raise an eyebrow, though he couldn’t help but smile beneath his mask.

Your fingers brushed your wrist, where in black ink was written: “Ghost ♡.” He had noticed it before, yes, but you never mentioned it, and Ghost loved that little gesture. To him, it was sweet, unexpected, intimate… and somehow made you feel closer to him.

“Do you always carry my name with you?” he asked, his voice low but with a softness he rarely used.

You jumped slightly, and when you looked at him, his eyes shone behind the mask, more expressive than you’d ever imagined.

“Well… not all the time” you replied nervously, fidgeting with your sweater sleeve—. “Just… sometimes.”

Ghost took a step closer and, with slow care, touched your wrist gently, as if afraid to break something fragile. His touch was warm, surprisingly human.

“I like that…” he said, almost to himself “That you think of me this way.”

And for a moment, the war, the missions, and the world around him disappeared. Only the small gesture you had made for him remained, and the silent bond he now felt stronger than ever.

Ghost tilted his head slightly, and for a second allowed himself a gesture that almost looked like a smile and you, unable to help yourself, smiled too, feeling that something special had begun between you, silent but intense.