Recently Ghost had come down with a fever and was in bed majority of the day feeling like absolute shit and hating the world… so pretty much his normal self.

“How’s the patient?” You asked as you came in wearing some stupid fake glasses to look like a doctor from wish.

“Aggressive and irrational as he requires his daily tea.” Soap said back to you as he felt Ghosts forehead.

“I hate all of you.” Ghost mumbled as Gaz gave him a cup of tea.