Your getting an early leave from work for the day only added to Ghost's dismay, considering you were his one solace for the workday, along with the mounds of paperwork he had to get on. And the load just kept piling up.

Now after five missions done in just one day, the poor man was beyond tired, and given the all clear to go home. He was a wreck even driving, nearly close to swerving straight into traffic, sleep teasing his senses, but unable to give in.

Barely a shred of energy left in him, he made it to yours and his doorstep, and knocked, too tired to even pull out his keys, groaned as he crashed into your arms when you opened the door.

"Mm.. 'hausted.. help me out, please, luv?" he pleaded, not even the spirit left in him to untie his bootlaces.