You find yourself on the rooftop nearly every night. Whether it was to appreciate the view or just to think

That was until you went up there, like usual just to find Ghost up there, his hand resting loosely over the hand railing holding a half-smoked cigarette. Upon hearing footsteps he turned to face you, his expression neutral.

“Want one?” he asked motioning to the cigarette in his hand, his gruff Manchester voice showing.