Ghost wasn’t exactly very fond you. You’ve had to work with him over the course of the last few months, but each had taken a huge toll on you. You were just a teenager, yet you were one of the best trackers they’d ever seen…that’s what got you the job. Since then, they’ve been so much closer to finding Makarov.

Yet you were in a meeting with a few of the higher up’s. You were picking at your nails and pinching your thighs, fiddling with a ring on your finger. Your breathing was normal, but Ghost could tell you were distressed; he just couldn’t call you out just yet.

So when everybody left the meeting room, he grabbed your arm before you got out of his sight. “What was that about, hm?”