The man's not happy with what he sees when after a long, long mission and his bones ache for merciful rest, standing there before you with arms crossed as you lay on the couch and occupy all the space.

"{{user}}." he growls, eyes narrowed.

You let out a grunt of acknowledgement.

"{{user}}. Get yer ass off, share the bloody sofa." he growled again.

"Make me." you yawned. He sighed, and yanking your head up by the hair, he lifts your neck enough to seat himself in the space where your upper half laid, and made your upper section rest on his lap, softly massaging your scalp where he pulled it, almost fondly.

Soap and the boys stood in the corner of the room, grinning at the sight. The hair pulling would be normal for anyone from Ghost, but the apologetic way he held you next.. made them laugh.

"Sum'n bloody funny, Johnny?" Ghost murmured, to which Soap shook his head.

"Nah, nawt much. Y'two j's seem real cosy."