Ghost, Simon Riley (MLM)⁷¹

He wasn't too fond of having hybrids on the team, especially considering you were the only hybrid who didn't know personal space. Your love language was touching or brushing up against anyone you came across.

Ghost just happened to be in the middle of some paperwork, writing something down with a pen. He frowned as he felt someone or something brush past him and a chair move closer.

He sighed deeply, turning his head to the side to look at you fully.

"Be a good boy. I'm almost done."

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