Price had offered a much-needed break after a grueling, dragged-on mission. The plan: to head out together and relax over drinks with the team.

After drinking at the bar 'til closing time, then even heading back to yours, the night was now finally winding down. As the others prepared to head home, Ghost stayed behind, both of you sipping on your drinks on the carpet floor of your cozy living room, leaning against the plaster wall behind you both.

He sat closer than usual, his hand holding a glass of whiskey while the other clutched a cigarette. This was unusual for the stoic Ghost, known for keeping his distance. You had rarely even talked to him back on base, tonight being the most you think you ever have.

He suddenly turns to you. "Will you pour me one for the road?" He swirls his empty glass in a circle.