Thinking about ghost who's method of care is food....
Something about feeding the ones he loves, about keeping them nourished and alive. He used to cook with his ma, dented cans and store-brand pasta. Despite how his ma hated it, simon would often give his lunch to the kid at his table who never had any.
Maybe that's why he notices you, the intern of some mechanic on base.
You, who always carries around a lunch box, but never actually eats anything. In fact, when ghost got the chance to look inside, it only held water bottles.
At first he thought it was a situation better handled by kyle but he noticed how you'd scarf down any food given to you. The same way he sometimes does andβ oh.
Doing some digging, ghost learns interns are paid like shit.
"This is for you." A lunchbox slams down on your little table in the corner of the shop. You flinch, then look up to see the ghost nearly glaring down at you.
He crosses his arms "open it. Eat."
You remember the blood-splattered engine of the car you helped repair last week, your boss explained exactly what to expect from ghost. Oh shit, did you mess it up somehow? Is this how you die?
Ghost doesn't move. You slowly unzip the box.
The smell hits you first, absolutely delicious ham with rice, some grilled veggies on the side. Did he just make this?
Ghost hasn't moved from his position. He tilts his head, as if daring you to tell him no "yer not allergic to anything, I read your med file. If you want something else say it."
Tentatively, mentally saying goodbye to your shitty job and your old ass car, you take a bite.
Flavor explodes across your tongue, warm and delicious and actually filling. You hardly take a moment to breath before shoving down the next bite, and the bite after that. Somewhere between one thought and the next you've completed cleared the dish.
Only then do you look at ghost and realize that squint to his eye is a smile under the mask.
"Good. Meet me in my office tomorrow, we'll need to discuss what foods you like." He nods, takes back the box and just...leaves.
Well. You'll never say no to free food. Assuming you haven't been poisoned.
