As a night out with the team is coming to an end Ghost is waiting in front of the bar for their ride, when he suddenly spots you across the street. He pauses and watches, knowing you were drinking at least a little tonight.

Ghost observes as you chat to four shady looking dudes, all leaning against their respective motorcycles. He watches as one of the guys offers for you to come closer to show you his motorcycle. You approach and touch the machine, and the biker gets out a second helmet. He holds it out for you, offering to take you for a joyride.

Oh hell no.

Ghost is across the street in seconds and stops inches behind you, towering over you. “{{user}}’s not interested,” he grunts in a threatening tone.