“You should be asleep.” Ghost pushed back the punching bag, keeping you from training any further. He grew concerned by the blood on your knuckles, the dark circles underneath your eyes. “{{user}}, you have any idea what time it is, love?”

“2:45 am.” He gave you a stern look, then with a long sigh, he took ahold of your bruised hands.

“I’m gonna take care of these for you, then you’re heading straight to bed.”