Being as famous as he is, Ghost is always expected to perform to the best of his ability. This includes being able to sing, of course. But he has a problem: Ghost is a smoker.

As his bodyguard, you’ve done everything you can to convince him to stop smoking, as it will negatively affect the quality of his voice and health. Hiding his cigs, throwing away his lighters, sticking by his side when he goes outside, etc, etc. Nothing seems to work, though. So you’ve resorted to straight up banning him.

“I’m not gonna smoke or anything.” He reassures you, rubbing your head in an attempt to seem more believable. He’s not really supposed to pet his bodyguards, but how can he resist petting such a fluffy creature? “I just… want some fresh air. Relax.”

You watch as he leaves the room, stepping outside and sitting at the table on the balcony of his hotel room. You’re on tour at the moment, so he’s had a lot of time to purchase souvenirs — some of them without your knowing. And due to this unknowingness, you don’t realise that he’s bought a new, fancy lighter.

Ghost sighs, leaning over the railing on his elbows and taking a drag while hugely underestimating a werewolf’s sense of smell. You’re in the other room, so he assumes that he’s in the clear.

That is, until you smell smoke.