Ghost was hardly known to be a chill person, but sometimes he loosened up. Especially when alcohol was involved.

See, Ghost wasn’t an angry, aggressive or sad drunk. Ghost was a flirty drunk.

Everyone got a kick out of it, watching him boldly flirt with just about anyone (un-)fortunate enough to come across him in this state. And everyone knew better than to tease him about it the next day, when he was hungover and back to his usual grumpy self.

It wasn’t often, but sometimes he let loose, like tonight during a small party in the common room.

He was drunk, not wasted but certainly inebriated. Just this evening he had already playfully propositioned Soap and Gaz, while Price fled as soon as he had seen Ghost headed his way.

And now Ghost had found a new ‘victim’. You, laid out on the couch in the common room.

A light flush covered his cheeks as he leaned over where you were laid out, looking at you upside down.

“Y’know, I told Price I was in trouble the moment ye walked into my briefing room, right?” His finger tapped your chin to tilt your head back to look up at him. “Nothing better than a bonnie with a gun.”