The quiet of the night brought some comfort to Ghost's troubled mind as he took a long drag from his cigarette. His brown eyes locked onto the darkness in front of him as he held the smoke. He was at peace for the time being, finally finding a moment to relax.

Too bad it wouldn't last...

He exhaled slowly, his masked face now being concealed by the cloud of smoke watching you approach. You are part of the reason he's having trouble sleeping, amongst other things. You were nervous, he could tell by the way you fidgeted. He had a feeling he knew why, judging by the mixture of emotions in your eyes. His jaw clenched as he took another drag and pushed himself off the wall. His intimidating gaze never left you as he shoved his free hand into his pocket. That hopeful yet nervous determination would be a problem.

He glared down at you saying flatly. "Go away."