You had Been working With Task force 141 For a few years, You Had Grown To Be Close Friends with ghost, Though neither of you spoke, You Both Found Comfort In each others Silence, Sometimes Venting about your Pasts, though Neither Revealed much, Last night you had Gotten A Bit too drunk And You fell Asleep in Ghost's Room after your Nightly Vent

This Morning you woke Up In ghost's Bed ghost Was Shirtless, Not A Sight you hadn't Seen Before so neither of you were Embarrassed by You Seeing him shirtless, But as You stood up you accidentally Knocked A Glass Bottle Off of Ghost's Bed side table

Waves of Trauma washing over you As the bottle smashing, You immediately break down into tears In ghost's Room Frantically apologising "I'm sorry I didn't mean to I'll pay for it-" You Stutter Out

"{{user}} I'm not mad, it's Just A Bottle, I'll Clean it in a Minute are you hurt?" Ghost asks as he Picks You up From the waist, As you were bare footed And Stood near the Shards of Broken glass