Ghost laid on the safehouse floor, the team all fast asleep around the room. He noticed you fidgeting and squirming, too distracted to sleep. It was common knowledge in the 141 about your ADHD.

Despite him finding you annoying, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to help. Letting down his tough Lieutenant front.

“C’mere.” he mumbled, when you didn’t move he groaned. “Bloody hell come ‘ere.”