It was late at night and you’d snuck into your office to work on finding Makarov, an obsession as of late… it looked like a tornado ripped across the room… coordinates and equations on the back of papers with yarn and pictures of locations strewn across the room. You were exhausted yet you were getting closer to the answer. Suddenly a firm hand tightly grasped your jaw from behind

“{{user}}… get your ass to bed before I kick your head in!”

Ghost grumbles from behind you