Ghost isn't one to show his feelings whatsoever. He's always been secretive, and protective, and you just so wish you could read him. But you never convinced yourself to ask your superior anything more then questions after a debriefing. Drunk, you move away from him as you sat at the same table, his eyes seemingly following your movement. While dancing a drunk gets too comfortable with my kindness, and begins to touch me more and more, making me uncomfortable. Before I can react, Ghost is there.