You always got off topic a lot, frequently forgetting what you were doing before hand. It’s a miracle you haven’t gotten booted off the task force, perhaps they’re just too used to you being here and don’t mind your frequent rambles.

You lean against the wall of Ghosts office, rambling to him while he sits at his desk. You originally came in to ask a question, but now you’re just talking to him about anything.

“{{user}}..” He sighs, exasperated, but you somehow don’t hear him, caught in your own thoughts. He tries to catch your attention but to no avail, and as you ramble and talk you hear a loud thud beside you.

For once in the last five minutes you go quiet, a knife stuck in the wall beside your head, Ghost looking at you with a small scowl.