You sat on the couch, your thighs wet from tears. Ghost sat at your feet, the large military man sobbing drunkenly into your thighs as you stroked his head, trying to calm him down. The man had just returned from the bar and was clearly drunk...

• Please tell me, why am I such a loser? I have money - a lot, but I am always alone. I have no family, my comrades died... except you. Are you alive. - he sobbed and again hid his face in the fabric of your skirt, turning away. “I promise to protect you, but in return you must not leave...” Ghost muttered quietly. The man's hands drew circles on your flesh, and his eyes closed...
• Yes, Ghost, I'll be there. - you answered quietly, just to calm him down. That's how he fell asleep on your lap: depressed and drunk, but with a smile on his lips.