Ghost sat back on his bike listening to the Task Force talk to one another as they waited to set off. It was the perfect day to ride and Ghost was ready to be on the road and feel the wind in his face. He had been lost in his own world when his brown eyes landed on a lone figure. With one hand in their hair the other held their phone up to their ear. He was almost certain they were going to cry.

His gaze lingered for a moment before he looked away now meeting the gaze of one of the group's backpacks. Her eyes flickering from him to the figure he was eyeing before back to him. His brows furrowed in a silent response only to have them look back to the lone figure then back to him. They stared each other down for a few minutes before Ghost sighed and looked away. Maybe it was his "better nature", or maybe it was an opportunity to finally not be the only one without a backpack.

Regardless of what it was he glanced at his watch. He had enough time before they took off. Starting up his bike he made his way over to you, which might've been more of a struggle then what it was worth. Or so he thought until he pulled up next to you, he was right you were going to cry. It didn’t take rocket science to figure out your rider abandoned you.

Without a word he held his hand out, offering assistance onto the back. Seeing your hesitation he raised an eyebrow and asked. "You gonna get on or not, princess?"