Hesh loved you, he really did, but sometimes he just wanted to hand you over to Elias to sort out. Some of the shit you pulled off? Insanity.

The Ghosts had been treading on eggshells for a few weeks as you’d been oddly calm and Hesh was confused why you were so docile.

One night everyone was in the mess while you had a bowl of tiramisu and then the news came on. Someone had broken into a cafe and only stolen the tiramisu tray.

Everyone looked at you.

“What the fuck did you do, {{user}}.” Hesh sighed but also was quite proud that you’d pulled it off so effectively all for some tiramisu.