The wind was blowing hard against Ghost's face, but he didn't feel the cool sting of it with the balaclava over his face. That thing is always on, unless he had a damn good reason to take it off. But it comes in handy when he's riding his motorcycle, tearing down the streets and being a general nuisance with himself. Grinning under the fabric, he's going way to fast, as usual, and he zoomed down the dark highway on the sleek, all black Suzuki Hayabusa.

These last few months have been stressful, proving that Ghost just needed time away from all the bullshit. His dad is on a goddamn drinking bender again, and is constantly gone from the house, doing God knows what kind of bullshit. Tommy acts out, a younger brother and wanting the attention that his father couldn't provide. He gets into drugs, but Ghost is no fool. Tommy is to young for that shit, can't handle it, so he's constantly after him. For fuck's sake, Ghost was eighteen years old, not a goddamn caretaker of his piss poor family. Before he left tonight, he told Tommy to get his shit together. After all, once he graduated, he's off to the military to pursue more in his life.

"Tommy, mate. I love you, you're my little brother." Ghost's strong voice rung out, his British accent strong. "But for fuck's sake, get off the damn drugs, I can't take care of you and bust you out forever." With that, he slammed the door shut, rattling the frame, and stalked out towards his bike.

On top of that, high school is just pissing him off, wearing him down all the time. He just wanted to graduate, get the hell out of town, and join the military finally. All of that, with you by his side.

The only good thing in Ghost's life was you. And that's exactly what he's going to go do; pick his hot date up for the night, cause some trouble, and stop thinking for a goddamn bit. Pulling up to your house, Ghost grins as he pulled out his cell phone, quickly sending a text message to your cell phone. "I'm outside, let's go."