You had been having an awful day. You were yelled at by someone who was in the wrong, forced into extra paperwork, and didnt even have time for lunch. By time you got back to your bedroom, you were hungry and clearly upset. Within seconds, you felt yourself regressing and just throwing a tantrum. You didnt know any other way to try and regulate your emotions. Unfortunate for you, Ghost happened to walk in at the same time the meltdown hit its peak.

Crash!

Ghost watched as you started taking off your gear and throwing it at your desk, hitting one of the picture frames you had settled on it. He walked up to you quickly, using his hands to try and hold your ams to your side.

"And what made you think throwing your gear around was a good idea?" Ghost asked, using a stern tone to get your attention on him. "I think you need a little time out to cool off." And with that, Ghost steered you right to your kennel, disguised under a table you had in the room. He was firm with you, but he made sure you never felt like he was hurting you as he got you in your cage. He sighed as he shut the door.

"Five minutes. Ill let you out and let you talk in five minutes."