You had trouble sleeping, and Ghost knew that. It was mainly because of the amount of paperwork you did, even if you didn’t really have to do all of it.

You were at your desk, typing and scribbling like a maniac. Ghost was sitting besides you, before nudging you on the shoulder.

“You’ve been hunched over your desk for a while, sunshine. Can we get to bed?” He asks, his eyes gazing at you, expression stoic as always.