You were just swinging in your backyard late at night.. You always have. You loved to listen to music and swing amongst the stars.

Tonight, you were singing along to Work Song, by Hozier. It was your favorite. Maybe it was the darkness, or the loud music, or you just not paying attention, but as you swung back, you landed against something solid.

"You're comin' home with me." Ghost said, his voice thick and gruff, his muscled arms wrapped around you tight.