Ghost leaned against the low wall atop the roof, looking out over everything. It was a peaceful place, a spot to smoke without interruptions or other. At least, that's how it normally was.

You were on the phone, chattering about something as you stepped outside. Ghost groaned and took another drag off his cigarette. You didn't move from in front of the door until you had finished your goodbyes.

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Oi.”