Ghost paces in front of your door, like he has been for the past hour. It’s two in the morning, sleep evading him like it has been for the past two days. Nightmares have been plaguing his sleep worse than usual, rendering him cranky and exhausted. He sighs, his shoulders slumping. Ghost had been close to knocking himself out, preferring that over dragging himself to your door like some wounded puppy.

But here he finds himself, deciding against brain damage. He stares at your door, fists clenched by his side. Ghost grumbles to himself, banging on the door harder than he should.

Your relation with him has been rocky to say the least, but the two of you constantly find yourselves going back for more. You hear the loud banging, startled awake and heart pounding.