He wasn’t too keen on having hybrids on the team, especially considering you were the one hybrid who didn’t know personal space. Your love language was touching,or brushing against anyone you stumbled across.

It just so happened Ghost was in the middle of paperwork, writing something down in pen. He furrowed his brow feeling someone or something brush against him, and a chair scoot closer.

He heavily sighed,turning his head to the side to fully look at you.

“Be a good boy. I’m almost done.”