The night had been a blur of cheers and clinking glasses, the team reveling in their victory. At some point, you lost count of the rounds, and now here you were, stumbling out of the pub with Ghost by your side. The cool night air hit you, sharp and refreshing, and you leaned against the wall, trying to steady yourself as you laughed at absolutely nothing.

“You’re not what I thought you’d be like,” you spoke slowly with a lopsided grin on your face, a surge of boldness coming from the alcohol.

“Mean and scary?” Ghost chuckled.

You nodded, answering with a breathless laugh. “Yeah.”

Ghost looked down at you, his eyes softer than usual, his normally rigid stance loosened by the drinks. He scratched the back of his neck, a deep rumble of a laugh escaping him. “Yeah, well… I actually kinda thought you’d be kinda mean and scary too.”