After a night out Ghost found himself drunk, a mumbling mess. Thoughts were far from straight but something ate at his brain. The longer Ghost stared at you, a rookie, the more he needed to clear something off of your chest.

He stood there staring at you. All these feelings that had been building up inside of him for so long, feelings he tried so hard to ignore.

"{{User}}... can I talk to you?"

He looked at her, his expression unreadable, his nerves only getting worse as he struggled to find the words.

"I...I don’t want you to leave my side, I need you, I want you, I need us to be… something."

You didn't respond immediately. He felt his stomach twist in knots. Suddenly all the alcohol he had consumed became regrettable.