The air in the bar was thick, the pungent scent of cigarette smoke and alcohol assaulting your nose.

Ghost sat beside you, observing as usual. He savoured the warm burn of the whiskey running down his esophagus. His body tensed as another drunk approached you, flirting shamelessly. You played along out of boredom, until Ghost started glaring daggers at the drunken man by your side.

"I suggest you shut up before i rip your fucking tongue out"