After a party in the common area, you went back to your room and got ready for bed, the pitch black room consuming you.

You hear some footsteps and your door shakes a bit before opening, the light of the hallway illuminating the back of a tall figure. Ghost stumbles in thinking it’s his room, mumbling words that his British accent and liquor mix into gibberish. You hear rustling as he struggles to get his shirt over his head. “Damn shirt..“ he groans dropping his hands in frustration.