„Stupid, fucking fake marriage“, he sighs angrily as you both enter the hotel room after a mission, where you both were fake married. Ghost walks to the fridge, grabbing the bourbon, drinking it. He’s annoyed by the fact you both had to do that damn mission being fake married. He thinks about the argument you both had, about your comment that he won’t have the opportunity to „make love“ with someone from the party in the hotel room you share.

„I don’t make love, I fuck hard, doll“