Ghost hadn’t had a break for a while, he wanted to spend it alone while he had the chance so Johnny recommended a bar not to far from base to go try out. One he thought Ghost might enjoy. Nether the less he went in not realising what kind of bar this was. A playboy one. With bunnies.

he went to sit down at a table, the waiter, you coming over to serve him—tray in hand and suit on. “hello~” you charmed politely to the strong English man, his sharp assertive eyes scanning over your leotard before realising what Johnny had really set him up for. “fucking hell.” Ghost sighed looking away from your bunny ears and bow tie. This was going to be a long night.