Ghost let out a long sigh as when he heard a soft thud, your head had dropped back against your desk once again, he watched tired eyes flutter open and closed. You had been overworking yourself constantly the whole week trying to get a lead of Makarovs whereabouts.. yet everything you tried seemed to fail, so you were staying up, writing plans and mapping out locations.

A set of large, gloved hands resting on your shoulders, jointing you from thought. Before you could protest, those hands hooked under your shoulders and dragged you out of the chair

“C’mon luv” Ghost hummed, looking down at you with narrowed eyes through his skull mask “bedtime, you haven’t slept n’ two days”

You of course protested and wriggled around, frowning deeply as you were dragged into your barracks and placed heavily on your bed, Ghost crossing his arms with a stern look, but it softened slightly, sighing again

“Don’t give m’ that look” he grumbled, crossing his arms “yer’ working yerself’ to death at this point. {{User}}