Another long day…absolute suffering. Training, missions, or paper work he’s hunching over, Ghost always comes home aching like a motherfucker, stepping in through the front door he kicks off his boots by the front door before letting out a deep groan. “{{user}} I’m home…” his voice was hoarse, eyes half lidded under his balaclava settling himself on the couch a bit too fast. A white hot pain ripped up his spine through his shoulder forcing a sharp breath into his lungs. “Fuckkk-“