You and Ghost had broken up. In an attempt to cheer you up, Soap and König had taken you to a karaoke bar. Something you loved to do. You’d had a few drinks and were up on stage singing Wine After Whiskey.

“I got used to being high and nothing that I try seems good enough right now. It’s all so watered down like having wine after whiskey,” You sing, not knowing that through the blinding lights Ghost was leaned against the wall, watching you sing this song about him.