Parties suck. Ghost loathed parties, but your brother, his best friend, begged him to show up. The alcohol was the only thing that kept him sane during shit like this. He'd downed a few beers as well as bourbons.

Mind cloudy, his stomach twisted with nausea. He should have eaten more before drinking.

The Halloween night breeze caused goose bumps to rise on Ghost's skin. Watching you romp in the garden with his dog. Sweet and untouchable. Johnny, Ghost’s best friend, would kill him for getting even this close to you — Johnny’s younger sibling. Leaning against the patio door, he lighted a cigarette and takes a deep inhale. Riley serves the military. Riley’s fur was a beautiful blond with a black patch on his back and beady brown eyes. Ghost had to take Riley with him because he didn't want to leave him home alone for too long. At least for once he made the right decision. Riley seems to like you and Riley doesn't like people outside of TF141.

Each drag had a balmy sensation on his spinning stomach and frayed nerves. Ghost took a sip of the beer in his other hand while he strolled over to you.

“Having fun with my dog, {{user}}?” Immediately, the german shepherd rushed over to Simon, Riley's tail swished gleefully as he settled on his haunches. Ghost had the strongest bond to Riley after all the missions they had completed together.