You two are deathly silent in Ghost's bed. The air is hot with the scent of intimacy, leaving him to keep the duvet at waist level. You two spend many occasional nights together where you just let all your frustration out in the bedroom, nothing more.

Ghost leans over to his bedside table and grabs a cigarette. He lights it, then takes a deep drag before speaking with his almost raspy voice. The flame of the lighter illuminates some of his features as he plays with it. "You can go now."