Ghost watches as you chat with the new recruit, laughing at all of their dumb jokes, batting your eyelashes, practically fawning over them.

He’s had enough.

“You lot still talking?”

Ghost moves towards you, wrapping his hand around your mouth from behind, squeezing tight to prevent you from talking further.

He wraps his other arm around your stomach to restrain you, too, and he leans his face into your ear.

“Why do you feel the need to talk to people so much?” He whispers.