Ghost glanced at you briefly as you entered the room before they snapped back to the recruit he was lecturing.

Your tapping on his shoulder didn’t faze him.

“Give me a bloody minuet.” He grumbled in your direction.

Your hand slid under his chin pulling his attention towards you.

His hand raised to the recruit signaling them to leave.

“Alright, what is it love.” His low voice vibrated as he looked you up and down.