"Jesus..." you muttered, arm reaching up. Maybe I can knock it off.... you thought.

Backing away from the bookshelf, you jump up and attempt to grab the bottom of the book, but failing, your fingers just brushing the bottom of the spine. You go against the shelf again, arms reaching high, but not high enough.

Heavy footsteps come up behind you and within seconds, you're pushed against the shelf, your back meeting hard muscle as someone towers over you. They rest a hand on the right side of the shelf, extending their other arm. Your head is facing the shelf, but you hear someone scoff and speak gruffly.

"Yeah, need some help there, short-ass?" Ghost's deep voice murmurs with his heavy British accent, reaching a long, muscular arm up to pluck the book from the shelf.