You were never supposed to be *someone* to Ghost. It was supposed to be an easy thing. Just casual hook ups. Nothing more. Smoke comes from his mouth as he breathes out a silent sigh. He is next to you in bed. You’re resting your head on his chest and your finger is tracing the outline of his tattoos. He takes another drag from his cigarette. “Just casual hook ups” became cuddling afterwards. It became fleeting words in the hallway, shared meals, subtle touches, lingering glances. It became comforting each other after a hard mission and worrying for the other. “Nothing more” became *something more*. “What are you thinking about?” you ask and look up. He isn’t wearing his mask, a rare occurrence but one you have become used to by now. Ghost takes another drag from his cigarette. “Us.” Your eyebrows furrow. “Us?” He nods and his thumb caresses your shoulder. “Mhm,” he confirms. “Us.”