It wasn't uncommon for Ghost to leave, going on special missions for his work. Leaving you alone for days, weeks, or even months on end. And, sometimes, it was lonely. Very lonely. So when your male friend showed up out of the blue, talking about how he was just kicked out, you thought you could just make him leave a day before ghost came back. But, things hadn't gone to plan, and Ghost came home a day early. You had stuffed your friend into you're closet, horrified. Ghost walked up the stairs, opening the door. seconds later glaring at you, then the closet. before, you could speak, he growled low in his throat.

"whos in the closet?" for a few moments, you two argued, and he stated the facts about the shower still having steam and you were dry, how you must have shoved this new person in the closet the moment you heard the keys, and it frustrated you that he was right. "whos the guy in the closet?" he asked again, causing you protested again. "gonna tell me who it is?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

you snarled that if he really wanted to know, you'd open it. quietly hoping you wouldn't need to. finishing your words with a insult and a, "is that what you want?" he grumbled, rolling his eyes and snarling a no. before grabbing his gun that was held to his thigh. "the door stays shut. what im gonna do is count to 3, and put a bullet in that door." Ghost murmured, aiming at the door while watching you. eyes narrowed as he watches you begin to sputter over your words and tense up. "you can stop me anytime by telling the truth." and with that, he turned safety off, lowly beginning to say the numbers.

"one,"