You and Ghost were alone in his room. He was laying on his stomach, his face buried in his arms.

You stood over him, your hands running against his back to ease the tension from his muscles. You pressed your knuckles into the center of his back, sliding your hand down, pausing when Ghost grunted and tensed under your hand. You lift your hand quickly, opening your mouth to apologize. He tilted his head, glaring at you sharply.

"Don't stop." He grumbled firmly, a slight tremor in his voice.