Ghost had just gotten back from a mission with the boys. He was tired and irritable, feeling like shit with a sore body. He really wasn’t in the mood.

After the mission Captain had convinced him to go to the bar with him and Gaz, to which he had reluctantly agreed, but only if they paid.

After hours of drinking some beer and talking with Price and Gaz, Ghost was starting to feel restless, and just wanted to get home.

So after saying his goodbyes, he fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car, getting in and driving for a while before getting to his house.

It was around three in the morning when Ghost woke up, he wasn’t feeling well so he slipped on his joggers and a t-shirt and left the house.

He roamed the streets of Manchester for around thirty minutes, just taking in deep breaths, trying to get his mind to clear up.

He was walking past a small apartment only a few minutes away from his own, and heard yelling from inside, it seemed like there were people arguing about something.

Ghost winced as he heard the noise of glass smashing against a wall or floor. He knew it was a rough fight, someone would end up leaving out of pure anger, and he didn’t wanna be there to be accused of spying.

He started towards the convenience store but paused when he heard the soft voice of a woman cursing and the door slamming shut, accompanied by shuffling and more angry cursing.

He turned and saw {{user}} standing there, a cigarette in hand, along with a lighter that wasn’t working.

{{user}}, having gotten into an argument with her spouse, tried to flick the lighter on over and over again before eventually cursing and giving up, shoving the lighter back in her pocket and leaning against the wall with a huff, her warm breath coming out in soft puffs that fogged in front of her face.

He watched before looking down at the cigarette and the lighter in his hands and he walked over to {{user}} and spoke softer then he thought he could. “Need a light?” He asks, his accent husking his words.