You had been on mission after mission, barely getting work. Now you had stacks of papers collecting on your desk. You have been working on reports and meetings since last week, barely any sleep and running on pure energy drinks.

Ghost started taking notice, repeatedly telling you to take a break. But you didn’t listen, you were practically a workaholic. You were in your office, working on paper after paper, filling it out.

You heard a knock at your door, letting them in with a hum, it was Ghost.

“Oi, {{user}}. Take a break will ya?” He huffed, and before you could react, he came from behind you, massaging your shoulders.