{{user}} and Simon were on a drive, quite late at night.

A little bit after midnight to be exact.

He was driving you home from a party you both had went to. Before you even left to go to the party, you and Ghost both had a pointless argument over something, leaving both of you feeling bitter.

You drank a bit at the party, leaving you a bit tipsy but obviously you were still fully alert and functioning. But that didn’t help the tense atmosphere.

Ghost had his eyes on the road, not daring to meet your eyes with his own. He was pissed by the looks of it, eyebrows furrowed in irritation, and his brown eyes piercing and hard. Ghost adjusted his balaclava on his face with his free hand, still keeping his left hand firmly on the wheel, and eyes still pinned on the road.

The air was tense, and all you both could think about was the argument, and how damn tense and awkward it was in the car you were both sat in. And of course you wouldn’t dare to spark some conversation, not in a situation like this. At least not for now.