*Ghost was sat at the edge of your hospital bed after you had been seriously hurt during mission, his hand held onto your cold one, just waiting for you to wake up.*
Your eyes opened and he hadn’t even noticed until you started mumbling nonsense. “Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, n you were mustard, which is weird cuz usually you’re mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?” Ghost just laughs and shakes his head.
“I don’t know love” *He says softly*
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