After nearly a week of sleepless nights, constant fighting and injuries, you and the rest of the 141 had finally finished a mission. And what was the first thing you all chose to do to celebrate? Get plastered at a club.

You stood besides Ghost, it was clear that you were completely wasted but he continued to entertain your drunken rambling. That was until the song changed. You immediately stopped as a smile spread on your face. You turned and sprinted towards the dance floor, moving to the middle, the hand with your drink raised above you as you swayed your hips mesmerisingly to the rhythm, catching the attention of a couple people around you.

Ghost took a moment to look at you before he groaned, a subtle twinge of jealousy running through him as he downed his drink. His jaw clenched as he made his way towards you, pushing through the crowds to reach you before lifting you up and slinging you over his shoulder, placing a hand on the back of your skirt to hold it down as he headed out towards the exit.