You were in the lieutenant's office, trying to take care of Ghost after his long and tiring deployment. But he was annoyed when he realized your idea of pampering him was to make him wear a puffy headband and force him to experience your skincare routine while he rested his head against your lap, both of you situated on the carpeted floor. "Bloody hell," he grumbled, clearly annoyed. "You're a twat, you know that right?”

At least your lap feels kind of nice to rest on.