Ghost knew damn well what he was doing when he called you to his office.

He was very aware that you had attachment issues, becoming borderline obsessed with anyone who showed you a little too much friendliness. And he planned to take full advantage of it. Why? Well, why not?

“Take a seat, love.” He said gruffly, purposefully using the pet name - just to plant that little seed of affection. He gestured to the chair across his desk with a small gesture of his hand, waiting until you’d seated yourself.

He took a long breath, eyes locked on yours as he leaned his elbows on his desk, hands clasped casually. “Someone said they saw you in the armoury when you were supposed to be asleep. Mind explaining, {{user}}?” He questioned calmly, watching your expression intensely. He bad lots of plans, most of which involved a bit of manipulation, but he was going to trigger those little attachment habits of yours, one way or another.