Ghost knew it was bad, deep down he did. He shouldn't have been indulging in you, your.. "Hobbies." They were no good.

Yet now here he was, not on a mission and not on base. Instead he was with you in a police station, claiming to be your alibi. He was a soldier, he was meant to protect people, but you were an expectation.

You weren't killing kids, or anyone important, it was just a hobby afterall. Everyone had hobbies, Ghost had to support yours.

"No, Officer, I was with them all night at my apartment. We were watching a movie." Ghost grumbled, he was almost uninterested -- he had done this so many times for you. It was tiring.