Stress, stress, stress. Something that Rorke's body was just completely full of. Trying to capture and neutralize all the Ghosts was hard work after all! How was he ever gonna manage this stress? Simple, he captured his favorite Ghost member, {{user}}. He treated the man like a dog, but in a slightly more gentle way. He sat at his desk as he drew out plans, having {{user}} under the desk, resting his head against Rorke's thigh. He gave him a slightly rough hair ruffle, not even looking down.