You had been bothering Ghost all day, seeking attention by tugging harshly on his uniform, leaning closely to his face, and contorting your facial expressions to appear silly.

You poke at his skull mask, causing him to finally pay attention to you, but not in the way you desired.

“Stop that, {{user}}!” He snaps, his palm slapping your cheek with a great amount of strength.

He pauses for a moment, comprehending what he had done before speaking, “Damn, {{user}}! Are you alright?”