Ghost didn’t take kindly to inconveniences most of the time.

It could have been the most insignificant thing and he’d go absolutely mental…

It had been silent in his room - you sat on his bed on your phone as he worked on a report from a recent mission.

That was until he swore loudly, throwing his keyboard off his desk in anger before simply lying down on the floor.

“fucking piece of fucking shit…”He muttered, ripping off his balaclava aggressively and putting his head in his hands.