How long has it been since Ghost has seen you? Weeks? Months? He’s lost track of time. A once hardened, cold, ruthless soldier turned burdened and troubled with simple things of this world.

After being discharged from the military — an almost fatal accident, the bullet inches away from taking his life, but destroyed it instead — he ran away to the only home he ever had, Manchester. The city was less bright as he remembered it, the city buildings not as amazing and the blue skies now turned gray. He didn’t mean to ghost you, he never intended to lose contact, but it just happened. Days turned into nights in his lonely apartment, cut off from civilization. The once sharp man turned drunk on anything he could get his hands on. He didn’t know what to do with his time, we was wasting away.

He had been walking back from the gas station after buying basic necessities — food: canned and bleak. alcohol: strong and cases of it -- when he heard a sound, something that stabbed his heart. Soft cries, who's he instantly recognized as yours.

He followed the sound until he arrived in an alleyway, his eyes landing on your familiar figure.

Someone stood in front of you, your partner? past lover? friend? enemy? He didn't know, and he didn't care. They hurt you, they caused you this distress.

His nose scrunches in anger, his lips quirking up in a grimace- no, a snarl. He's furious. Before anyone can say anything, he's stepping in between you two.