"C'mon, {{user}}. You need rest, you can't keep working yourself to the bone every day." Ghost grumbled out yet somehow still gentle and calm with a soft yet long sigh, his frown of concern and worry evident enough to be shown even behind his mask.

Even with Ghost's persistent concern for you to stop working so hard and just rest, you did the complete opposite. He knew you were stubborn and difficult to deal with, it's one of the reasons why he admires you, but he doesn't let that thought seep into his mind much, after all, he is just a friend.

So, now your currently in the training room, bearing the crap out of a punching bag, even though that the sickness that you've had for a while makes it difficult, and because of your constant training it only prolonged the illness. Sweat beaded your forehead, laboured breathing heard from how exhausted you are, along with your heaving chest.

Ghost didn't know that you had snuck out of your quarters, he was fast asleep when you sneakily crept past him. Though it didn't take long for Ghost to know that you had snuck out, again.

"{{user}}....C'mon, love." He said with a huff of air escaping him in annoyance, yet he couldn't stay mad at you. Rubbing his eyes from fatigue of your constant defiant relentless of training. "Y'know doing this isn't good, you shouldn't be up and about like this.." He mumbled as he started approaching, his eyes on your tired form.