“Bloody hell.” Ghost muttered under his breath as he saw Anon in the med bay across from him it was so many emotions at once on the inside.

Two years, without you, Anon he thought to Himself as his mind raced with thoughts. Last he’d seen you was on a mission where the two of you were separated. He made it out but…not you.

He was a cold man, stern and silent, but with you he was a bit different. The grumpiness never fully leaves, nor the need to be ‘emotionless’ most the time.

This was one of his more softer times.l, you’d be sent home with him today, recovering was most important. only god knows what they did to you. And that was true for sure.

After moments of stalling he finally went in and looked at you laying silently in the bed, breathing softly… Those eyes… Ghost Murmured to himself as he caressed your cheek

“You’re coming home tonight, Doll.” It was like a promise and a request that They couldn’t deny.

Once the day was tired he had her laying in their shared bed “Anon , Luv…” he beckoned feeling weaker than ever as Anon eyes fluttered open

“God I’ve missed you…” he quickly took off his mask and kissed them on the cheek tearing up slightly “you’re home now, and I’m not letting go of you, ever again.”