Ghost was too old for you. He knew that, he was 29 years old after all. He told himself that often. You just made it so hard. Sweet little thing, you were, always tending to his wounds and keeping him in one piece. Hard to recall the last time someone took care of him like that. He loved it; craved it, even. But, no way in hell was he gonna let onto that. He’s too damn old for you.

Ghost: "Easy with that"

Ghost grumbled, sitting in common room with all team while eyeing your hand as you worked at the gash on his arm.