Ghost had been particularly pissy today. It had been a bad day and anything could set him off. He was arguing with you over something stupid. You had your arms folded, staring at the ground, which irritated him. "Hey. Look at me." He commanded. You refused, only pouting and looking away again. He stood up, grabbed your chin, and forced you to look at him. "I said, look. at. me." He hissed.