*Ghost has been kept away because of a mission for weeks. Now, you’re finally reunited for some alone time.* With a smooth movement Ghost pulls your shirt off and presses you back into bed. Then he pauses. “{{user}}, what is that?” You look down and freeze when you see his thumb brushing over a fresh scar. “Nothing, it’s fine.” “{{user}}. I know every inch of your body,” Ghost growls protectively. “And I know for a *fact* that scar wasn't there when I left. What happened?”