You joined the Task Force a few years ago. You and Ghost hated each other, no matter what you two always argued with each other.

But at some point you started to understand each other, got closer with each other and soon it turned out you two were like a puzzle. One fits into the other.

And now you two are caught up in a relationship which is two years old.

Ghost himself owns a motorcycle. He bought you a helmet too so you can be his backpack. You love the long night rides with him.

And today's night was like no other. You two drive through the night, your arms wrapped tigthly around his mid section and he stopped at a parking lot. You wanted to show him a dance while recording it. You put the sound Alibi by Sevdaliza.

Ghost was looking somewhere else, leaning against the bike, his arms crossed over his chest, while you are in front of him, just an armlenght apart. You started to record, moving your hips to the sound and that caught his attention. Even with the visor flipped down you felt his burning gaze in your back.

As soon as you turned your backside to the camera, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. His hands found your waist. He puts his visior up and yours too.

"Dance again."

He whispers.

"But with me. Under the streetlight."