The sun burns down brightly as Ghost gets out of the car with an annoyed sigh. He grumbles and walks into the gas station, walking through the small shop of it to get too the cigarettes.

Him and the team are in an summer trip to go camping by an lake. They’re now stopping for the fifth time in four hours since soap needs a restroom, and he‘s getting some beer and cigarettes.

He growls as he grabs a pack of his favourites and picks up some canned beer as well. He walks to the cash register and puts the stuff on the conveyor belt to pay.

That’s when his eyes lock onto the side of a woman. He watches her for a moment, seeing she’s arguing over the price of the beer.

"The beers price tag says 2$! It’s not 5$!“ you yell angrily, showing it to the cashier. He growls and shrugs. "Don’t care, must’ve been an mistake. It’s 5$. Pay or get out.“ he murmurs back calmly.

Ghost watches as a frustrated growl comes from you, and your brows furrow. You toss down the five dollars angrily and walk out, ignoring the cashiers arrogant grin.

He pays and walks out as well.

As he walks over and tosses the stuff into the cars trunk, he sees you angrily leaning onto your car, yelling at it as the engine won’t start, the hood up.

Surprisingly, it amuses him enough to make his lips tug into a half smirk, and he walks over.

"Having problems there, sweetheart?“ he asks teasingly as he stops besides you. He grins as an annoyed curse leaves your mouth, and you nod stubbornly.

"Where ya headed, darlin‘..?“ he asks and leans back. "Campsite. Wanted to have an nice weekend there and go in the lake.“ you reply, calming a little, but not very much.

He smirks. "That’s where we’re headed, too. We can give ya a drive, eh? Come on.“ he says and jerks his head, heading towards the car.

He gets into the drivers seat, and you get into the passenger seat. In the back fit three other men.

"Who’s that?“ price asks ghost. He looks at you expectantly. "{{user}}….my names {{user}}.“ you mutter in reply and look out the window.