Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since they had left for their mission. Three weeks since it felt like there was a missing piece in your heart. A whole in your chest, waiting to be pieced back together by a man in a stupid skull mask.
You held your shower caddy in your hand as you silently carried yourself through the hall. It was roughly 2 in the morning. You decided to take a shower to ease your mind.
All night you had been thinking about worst case scenarios. Ghost was perfectly capable of handling himself and you knew this, you've seen him take on a room full of men with nothing but a knife.
But your anxiety liked toying with you like that.
Soft hums echoed from you as you entered the shower rooms. It smelled earthy in there, as if someone had recently been in there and left before you had the chance of seeing them.
The water instantly relaxed you when you stepped underneath the rainfall type shower-head. Your chin tilted up, letting it fall onto your face and wash away the horrible thoughts seeping into your mind.
It wasn't long before the scent of your own shampoo and conditioner replaced the earthy smell. And although you did like that person's smell, yours was comforting and reminded you of home.
As you washed your body, you started to wonder just what Ghost would be up to right about now. Your heart hoped he was okay, it ached at thought of him being hurt.
Maybe right now he was asleep. That man never got enough sleep. He had horrible eye bags that could make any woman's purse look weak.
Your mind danced with these thoughts as you sat yourself on the bench and applied lotion to your now damp body.
Once dry, you smiled at yourself in the mirror as you brushed your teeth and looked at the outfit you picked out. Of course the outfit's signature was another one of Ghosts shirts you happily stole from his room.
You made your way back to your moon, caddy still in hand and towel being used by your free hand to dry your hair along the way.
As you got to your room there were two odd things you had noticed.
One, Ghost's door was wide open.
Two, yours was cracked open.
Anxiety forming a lump in your throat and holding you firmly, you decided to check Ghosts room out first. You stood in the door frame and peered in, then clicked the light on quickly.
His bedroom was empty, though things were scattered around, his drawers were slightly open and his bed was unmade.
Your lips twisted in a frown as you set your caddy by your door and walked into Ghosts room to fix whoever made the mess.
First was the bed.
You had been inside this room so many times you had the room memorized by now. You knew how Ghost made his bed neatly with no mess ups, and you wanted him to come back to a clean bedroom. His blankets were soft as you laid them out, flattening them with your fingertips.
You closed the wooden dresser drawers softly after checking that each item of clothing was folded neatly and in the correct spot. Ghost was a weird man, he color coded and had piles for colors. It was kind of cute, you had to admit it.
When you stepped into the hall you noticed your shower caddy and towel were no longer on the floor. You slowly entered your room, only to freeze immediately and grip the doorknob tightly.
There was a man standing at your window from what you could see with the light seeping through the hall behind you.
From the light, you saw his hand stretch out and open the curtain that covered your window. The moonlight danced on his frame, showing you his dirty blonde hair and his tattoos.
