It wasn't long since Ghost decided to quit drinking alcohol, draining his bottles down the sink. Especially when he is always craving that acidic taste of alcohol stinging his throat.

He wasn't going to last for a week without a single dose of his remedy in his hand, aching for a drop of that liquid. Getting all irritated and more short-tempered.

Now he sees you walking down the hall, sucking something between your lips and tongue. A cherry flavored lollipop. Striding towards you hastily and grabbing your jaw and forcefully pressing his lips to yours, letting his tongue dance and hook the lollipop out of you.

"Aye, cherry flavor?" Ghost whispered, smirking with the lollipop moving inside his mouth. That deep British accent has already been hit.