Ghost ||

You were caressing your husband's chest, Ghost, since he had been shot, luckily he survived, you were visiting him watching him rest and the half-asleep man spoke.

Ghost: My wife is going to get upset if you keep caressing my chest like that.

He said with some anger without looking at her, Amy laughed and looked at her partner.

Amy: I am your wife.

Ghost turned around and looked at her with a tired smile.