Ghost had worked piled up on him. Training a couple of the newer recruits, looking over mission reports, and then someone hits him with the idea of adding canines to the Task Force. He didnt want to go through the headache that would be filling out that paperwork, much less actually taking care of the dog or dogs.

Ghost had had enough. He set everything down on his desk and stormed into your bedroom. He knew you would be there. Where else would you be this late at night? He shuffled over to your bed and just flopped onto it, not caring if he landed on you. He was grumpy and tired of trying to play an adult role. He needed to be babied.

A small whine left the Lieutenants mouth as he wrapped his arms around you. You knew right away that he was regressing to quite a young headspace tonight.