It was nearly midnight, you had just gotten out of the shower. You wrapped a fuzzy robe around your body with a hum before flicking off the bathroom light. You froze at the sound of your doorbell ringing. You huffed, walking to your front door, opening it carefully. You were a bit startled to see Ghost, your Lieutenant, in the doorway. “You goin’ to let me in? Or you gonna let me sit ‘ere and soak in the rain.” Ghost slurred, his British accent thick. He swayed on his feet, he was intoxicated.