The clattering of the ice cubes against his whiskey glass was the only sound present in his booth, while the chattering was like a distant memory of where he was. Ghost was sitting there alone, but occupied by what he was watching or rather observing from afar. It was supposed to be a chill night out at a bar after a rather draining and stressful mission.

{{user}} was sitting at the bar, casually chatting with a random guy that approached after and Ghost could sense the spark in his eyes when he laid eyes on his comrade, as if she already belonged to him. He was disgusted by the mere thought of what that guy was thinking about {{user}} and how his filthy hands might touch her, if he is not going to stop this nonsense. The grip around his whiskey glass tightened by the sheer thought. Even though she wasn’t his, Ghost felt that urge to protect her, something was amiss about this guy or he just wanted to believe it. How she smiled, how they exchanged looks, it was like a knife in his stomach twisting around at every sickening detail of the scene unfolding while he was watching.

Ghost had to stop this madness or his own thoughts would eat him alive. In a quick sip he emptied his glass and walked over to the bar, moving like a shadow between the people silently as ever and closing in on {{user}} and that random guy. “You seem like a very interesting woman, you wanna come with me tonight?”, the random guy asked and it was the first thing Ghost heard when he was in hearing range, while still walking to the bar. She wouldn’t, right?