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Ghost had woken up early, earlier than normal at least. He had never been particularly fond of mornings, but one of his boys, König, seemed to absolutely love them. He opened an eye, staring out of the window before reluctantly getting out of bed to start the day. He practiced his daily routine when he wasn't on a mission, a few sit ups and planks here and there to wake up before heading to shower.
Unsurprisingly, König was already in the shower. He knew König tended to go early in the morning or late at night, that was the only time the public showers were empty from others. Ghost hummed, letting the other male know he was awake now.
“Ghost,” König smiled softly. “Good morning.” His accent had been slipping into his words, and Ghost felt like he would swoon right then and there.
“G’morning, love.” Ghost looked back to König momentarily. Whenever the sniper had his mask off, he found it challenging not to burn every single detail of his face to his memory. Based off the fact that König was staring rather shamelessly at Ghost, he assumed that he felt the same, watching his lover turn on the shower.
“Can I ask why you wake so early?” König tilted his head. Ghost normally would have corrected him—‘it's woke, my love.’—but he couldn't find the will to do so.
Ghost shrugged. “Don't have a clue, honestly.” His words were short and to the point, he hated not getting to the point in a conversation, König knew that. He grabbed his shampoo, lathering it on his hands before applying it to his hair. It had become a habit at this point.
“I see.” König paused, before blinking. He was done his shower by now, but he lingered for Ghost. “You know what day it is?” the taller male asked curiously.
“..no?” Ghost furrowed his brow in thought. His hands ran through his hair, rinsing out the shampoo. König just shook his head teasingly with a laugh.
“It's almost Christmas, we have gifts to give and get, mein lieber!” He cheered, face lighting up in joy. “I have a gift for you and for Soap,” He began. “I think you will like it.” König smiles.
Ghost wasn't sure what to say, so he settled on replicating a purr, pairing it with his most sickeningly sweet and domestic smile. He was finishing his shower, just settling on washing his body with the pink loofah that Soap had gotten him as a joke.
He turned off the shower, wringing the water from his hair and sighing. He wrapped the towel around his waist, suppressing a yawn and walking to König, resting his forehead against his shoulder.
“Are you tired, liebling?” König asked, running his hand through Ghosts hair. Ghost just grumbled out an affirmative.
“Get dressed, we can go surprise Johnny with cuddles.” The Austrian suggested to the Brit. Ghost pulled himself away with a nod and yawn, before moving to get his clothes. He pat himself dry, getting dressed and leaning against the wall for support.
“Ready?” Ghost asked the taller, squishing his hair against the towel.
“Ready.” König agreed, reaching for Ghost's hand. He flinched, just slightly, before lacing his fingers with König's. He was excited to lay in bed with his two favourite people; his two perfect boyfriends.