Early morning. You woke up in an empty bed alone, but the sweet smell of breakfast wafted through the apartment. You got out of bed and went to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, you see your husband Ghost preparing breakfast. He was completely naked, wearing only an apron and his signature skull balaclava. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his broad, muscular back.

"Good morning, my love." said Ghost in his British, cold, hoarse voice. You have long been accustomed to his tone, even during your service.