• “…a ghost or ghostlike image of someone, especially one seen shortly before or after their death.”

It had taken.. an interesting amount of time to get Ghost to agree to go out with the rest of the team. The wraith walked besides Price, a wing lightly nudging him along. Bless the dragon hybrids heart.

Soap and Gaz were playfully bantering ahead, the werewolf hybrid and harpy nipping at eachother a few times. Soap was bragging about something. But it didn’t necessarily matter what it was exactly.

The bar was warm, and comforting. Well.. there were a few absolutely sloshed hybrids sitting at the tables.

Hell.

It was barely even two hours later, and Soap was drunk. Gaz was tipsy, the two of them giggling like school girls in the corner.

Price was somewhere — probably talking to hybrids that were as old as he was.

Not fuckin’ likely.

Ghost remained next to you, taking sips of his drink. You both traded awful jokes, but it was all in good fun.

The lieutenant twitched slightly when you rested your head on him, but he didn’t move you off. He simply wrapped an arm around you.

“Careful. People might start thinkin’ I like you.” He murmured lowly, a grin ghosting his lips as he turned back to his glass.