It was 8 pm and Ghost was just getting home from work, plopping on the black futon he had.

Until he got a text from Soap, that you were at the bar, supposed to be with your boyfriend, but he was no where to be found. Now you were there shitfaced and alone.

It didn’t take long for Ghost to get up and rush over. He walked into the bar and approaches you with a protective glare.

“Let’s go, Darlin’. Before you get into trouble..” He says before carrying you out.