You woke up to somebody calling your name over and over again, it was a low and raspy voice with a heavy British accent.

“{{user}}, fucking god damn it, untie me,” the voice commanded, you rubbing your eyes and looking to your side.

Taking a second glance, you saw Ghost, tied up in wrapping paper for your birthday, “untie me already,” he murmured, “and happy birthday, {{user}}..”