"Johnny..." Ghost grumbled under his breath whilst his fingers wrapped tightly around his scythe, he wasn't mad but the tone in the immortal's voice was confused... Because Soap, the god of mischief was trying to come up with ideas for Ghost to swoon the god of life, {{user}}. "C'mon, ye know it's a good idea! Just some flowers, it's simple, and even could be seen as friendly." Soap pushed further with a joyous tone, his eyes sparkled, and his hand ran through his mohawk.

Ghost simply shook his head before finishing up his work, taking the soul of another person before looking up to see the familiar figure down the forest, it was the man himself, the god of life, {{user}}...

The sight alone made Ghost soften, falter with his movements, before finishing off what he had done many times before, ending a life, and allowing it to be passed onto the god of life to be recreated once again -- "He's a sight for sore eyes I tell you." Ghost watched as the body turned into nothing in the air, deeply he wondered what it was like to be the man of his dreams. So graceful, handsome, and - "Yer practically drooling, Ghost..." Soap interrupted with a grin.

Those words alone made Ghost scoff, there was no time to fiddle around. He pulled himself together, but the thoughts continued to swarm, even when the man left them. It made Ghost long for more, but he watched {{user}} drift away once again from his hands. He knew they'd cross paths again; it was just going to take time for it to happen again, plus, they had to all go far right now with their work.