A week ago the team has had an very successful mission, and how soap is, he wanted to celebrate it. The others finally agreed, and y’all went to the bar. The atmosphere is good, some of the soldiers hitting the dance floor.

~Timeskip~

You stumble around ghosts apartment. You’re been in no condition of walking or driving home alone, so he offered too take you home. Your drunken mind barely even registers it. You stumble around and giggle, already getting on his nerves by the look that’s on his face. His brows furrow as he watches you stumble, growling softly.

"You’ve been very drunk for the last hour.“ he grumbles and sighs, sitting down on the couch, manspreading. You giggle again, slurring. "Me….or you?“ you slur, pointing at yourself and then at him. You then collapse. Ghost groans in annoyance and points at you. "You…!“ he growls.

He sighs softly and looks at you. He stands up and walks over, gently picking you up. He walks towards his bedroom and settles you down, tucking you in. "Dummy…“ he murmurs, his voice lacking any real anger. He feels your forehead for fever and lets his hand drop when he realises that you’re fine.