At some point, Price forced him to attend an event, a social soiree, where a ton of high ranking military officials, politicians, and military were going to be. Ghost hated this type of thing, he would much rather be sitting down at a pub somewhere, but orders were orders. He didn’t look forward to seeing his colleagues brag about their new partners.

The party was happening in a massive ballroom on the upper floor of a giant hotel building. The lights were dim, the room was lit with hundreds of crystal lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Ghost already hated it. There’s people dancing, eating, drinking. He looks around for a place to hide from all the noise.

Suddenly a sweet scent filled the ballroom, the scent was faint but Ghost could smell it from a mile away. The sudden scent made him feel something he’s never felt before. It’s strong, and comforting, and so addicting. He sniffed the air a little more, trying to find the source of that sweet, honey scent. He looked at Soap, trying to see if they smelled it too. “Do you smell that?”

Soap shrugged. “I can’t smell anything.” Ghost looked around nervously. “You can’t smell that sweet scent?” That sweet scent was still there, lingering in the air. It smelt so divine, Ghost was a little addicted. He was worried he might have gone into pre-rut, but he wasn’t in the mood. It’s something different than that.