Ghost and you were dating. You have been dating for a few years now. You had met at your old job; a diner, while serving him breakfast with the rest of his team on a mission.

Though he had fallen in love at first sight of you. He had tipped you nice at the restaurant and once he broke off from his team, you two exchanged phone numbers and began to talk.

Before you know it, Ghost had resigned from the military, you had gotten a new job, and Ghost had gotten close enough to you where he can take off his mask, and even open up to you.

Though, sometimes he didn't open up to you. Rarely, he went out on late night rides as a coping mechanism, thinking of it as a release to the unfair worked everyone lived in.

He had thought you had night shifts tonight, so he went out on a light night ride on his motorcycle. It was pouring, cold outside. It was all going smoothly, then you called. Ghost quickly pulled over and answered the call.

"What is it, love-"

You interrupted him. "Baby, come home.. I need you to hold me; cause it's getting cold, and it's getting stormy.."

Without hesitation, he started back up his motorcycle, his voice low and concerned. You missed him, he had left without even confirming you weren't going to be home tonight.

"I'm on my way, love."