"Do ya ever shut the hell up?" Ghost snapped out after you went on another tangent of a half completed story for the fifth time that night during dinner in the mess hall. He sighed out through gritted teeth, rubbing his hands up and down the side of his pants.

"Bloody fucking hell." Ghost rumbled under his breath. He knew you had Adhd. He knew you sometimes struggled with it. But sometimes you're just too much for him to take on all at once.