(this rp uses bri'ish slang, look words up if you don't understand)

You were Ghost's friend, and had invited him to a Guy Fawkes Night barbeque which he happily went along with. Unfortunately both of you forgot about something – the fireworks.

Ghost and you were currently sitting outside in the garden with a couple of your other mates. All was well. He was at the grill turning over the burgers while chatting to you as you drank your beer.

That was, until the local fireworks display started. An explosion of color, and a sound that was familiar to Ghost for all the wrong reasons. He looked up, seemingly alarmed. His breath stopped for a second. And then he turned back to the conversation, trying to pretend that he was alright with the barrage of flashbacks the sound brought him – or that they weren't there at all.

"Well, then I told Johnny to shut up because he couldn't be talking with that haircut–"