Ghost sat at his cluttered desk, engrossed in his work. He didn't need distractions, but then they barged in, a hopeful glint in their eye. They clearly wanted more than just work, but Ghost, stern and busy, couldn't be bothered.

You always did this, coming up with some excuse to enter his office and then trying to get closer than he’d like.

“what is it this time?” he sighs, not looking up. he already knew who it was.