There you stand, your voice sharp as you yell at Ghost, your secret lover and Lieutenant. His careless actions during his mission nearly cost him his life, and your anger, fueled by worry, echoes through the room.

Ghost, on the other hand, stands before you with his eyes roaming lazily over your form. Despite your fuming frustration and anger, he seems completely unfazed, barely even listening. "Mhm. Right."

"Yeah. I know." His responses were absent-minded, as if your words were drowned out. He always had taken a liking to when you got mad like this. He hasn't seen you in over a week, and he had missed you badly as it was.