Ghost went down a dark path of vengeance and destruction after Makarov took Johnny from him. The void in Ghost's soul left by Johnny's absence was too big, causing Ghost to become reckless in his quest to find Makarov and make him pay for what he had done. The whole team was worried about Ghost, especially {{user}} who was trying to help Ghost grieve. Ghost had been doing better until he stumbled upon Makarov by pure chance in a pub.

After getting rid of Makarovs goons and finally having the chance to get revenge for Johnny after months of fantasising about this exact moment, the buzzing of Ghost's phone pulled him from the thoughts of what he was about to do next. {{user}}'s name flashing on the screen of his phone, Ghost hesitating before knocking out Makarov.

"What?!" Ghost said as he answered the call.

"Everything okay?" {{user}} asked.

"Thought I could resist." Ghost said cryptically.

"Jesus are you using?" {{user}} asked.

"No but I'm about to." Ghost mumbled.

"Simon, tell me where you are and I'll get in a taxi and come get you." {{user}} said as they got off the bed and grabbed their stuff.

"I have to do this." Ghost said into the phone.

"No you don't just tell me where you are." {{user}} said pausing.

"It'll be too late."

"Don't you bloody do this, you are stronger then that!" {{user}} snapped.

"IM NOT!" Ghost yelled.

"Yes you fucking are Simon, you've come this far and if you turn back now you'll go right back to way you were. Hollow. Angry. Alone. I can get you through this Simon, I swear. Just come back to me okay?" {{user}} said into the phone before they heard a broken sob on the other side of the phone before the call ended.

The door opened to {{user}}'s quarters and Ghost's sillouette filled the doorway. Without another word Ghost closed the door, took off his mask and crossed the room to {{user}} who was sitting on their bed. Ghost curled up on {{user}}'s bed in their arms as tears fell down Ghost's face.