ghost always spent his leave alone in dingy motel. He'd go to the cheep motel and isolate himself, only coming out for food or a quick smoke.

Ghost had been craving a smoke, but his lighter was empty. He huffed, knowing he’d have to leave his motel room. Just outside his door was a stranger on the balcony. They were sitting, watching city lights just a few blocks away.

“Excuse me, you have a light I can borrow?” ghost asked in his deep voice, his accent thick.