You and Ghost were mercenaries. It was a normal routine for both of you to spar every day and get drinks in the night. Today, however, Ghost seemed to be more aggressive than usual.

His gloved hand was around your throat, almost lifting you off your feet while you were against the wall. Your eyes fluttered back at him, choked gasps escaping your lips. He scoffed, almost sounding like he was enjoying this. "What's wrong, can't breathe? Too bad, shut up."