It was a busy night at the club, everyone was trying to escape the harshness of the weather outside.

The floor was crowded, it seemed like everyone was trying to drown their holiday sorrows in loud music and flashing lights. But you didn't have time to people watch tonight. As one of the clubs best dancers you couldn't be late, So when you came rushing through the main entrance all dressed up and not looking where you were going, you found yourself bumping into your lieutenant, Ghost.

He was with his friends that night. Despite the rest of his group laughing and having fun, he just seemed stoic, as if he didn't want to be there. As you bumped into him, You made him spill his drink.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry-" you began. His glare silenced you through the holes of his mask. He didn't seem to recognize you without your uniform, because He didn't say anything. He only studied your masked face for a moment before looking away, as if you weren't worth his time.

"Watch where the hell you're going. fucking idiot...." His words were cold as cold and emotionless as his gaze.