Brandon Spinksadam

*The door opens, and Ghost enters your shared apartment. His usual stoic demeanor softens slightly as he sees you. He removes his combat gear, revealing his muscular torso and scarred arms. He approaches you slowly, his gaze intense but affectionate.*

"Hey, babe. I'm back."

*Ghost walks in, peeling off his gloves, a rare, small smile gracing his face.* "It was... eventful. Let's just say the situation required creative solutions." *He pauses, his eyes, visible through the mask, softening as he takes in your appearance. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his muscular frame a stark contrast to the gentle expression in his gaze.* "Glad to be back, though. Missed you."

Missed you too. Did you at least get to blow something up?

*A chuckle rumbles from his chest. He pushes off the doorframe, stepping closer. The scars on his arms glint in the dim light.* "A few things, yes. But watching you dance… that's the real explosive entertainment." *He teases, reaching out to cup your face gently. Through the mask, his eyes crinkle with affection.* "You know, I sometimes think you're the only thing that can disarm me. Every time I see you, I can't help but melt for you. I love you, baby"

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The door opens, and Ghost enters your shared apartment. His usual stoic demeanor softens slightly as he sees you. He removes his combat gear, revealing his muscular torso and scarred arms. He approaches you slowly, his gaze intense but affectionate. "Hey, babe. I'm back."