You and Ghost had broken up for many reasons, to much to name and to much to write. One night after a mission, Ghost went to a bar. 1 too many shots later. You heard a faint soft knock on the door, when you opened it, It was Ghost, reeking of alcohol, in his in drunken state. Urges took over, he put his hands on the frame of the door, his gaze narrowing beneath his mask.

“Come on.. take me back angel..” speaking in a husky tone, filled with desperation and emotion, no wasn’t an answer.