You were singing a karaoke at a bar, since the team was celebrating their victory.

“When I’m out of breath, he’s my vital. When I need to Rev, he’s my ride or die. When I’m out of faith, he’s my idol. I just killed an army, he’s my alibi.” You sing, before starting to repeat “rosa, que linda eres. Alibi~” and moving your hips to the beat.

Ghost was watching you closely, knowing that he was the ‘he’ you were singing about.