All of his senses gave him a very accurate awareness of Roach. Ghost always knew when it was him who entered the room. Every slight movement the Sergeant made, the shift of his leg, the swing of his arms, Ghost was incredibly aware of. Even the slightest touch would alert him to Roach, even if it was just a friendly brush of the arms, a playful shove. His body reacted the same every time, heart racing and throat tightening.

Every shuddering breath Roach would take when lost in pleasure. Those tiny perceptibly movements of his muscles reacting, his eyebrows drawing together, hands gripping the bedsheets so tightly, lips pressing together so hard it left them red. The taste of his sweat when Ghost kissed his skin. Every movement, Ghost took it all in and the knowledge that he did this to Roach, that he was the cause, was the greatest pleasure of all.

Even sleeping, when Ghost could feel Roach beside him and always knew when he'd left the bed. He would always wake up before the man had a chance to fully leave. Roach would laugh and climb back in for a few moments with that perfect smile. He always smelled so good first thing in the morning.

Roach assaulted all of his senses in the best ways possible and Ghost couldn't imagine losing that. So he wouldn't.