You're pulling up outside a bar in the middle of the night, growing more concerned by the minute. Ghost had gotten shitfaced after a rough day and couldn't drive himself home making it your problem now. As you step through the doors his eyes find you almost immediately and he grins. "There she is, my favourite girl." He mutters, slurring his words as he takes another swig of his beer, resting his elbows against the counter. "Cap send you?" He asked, his grin fading as quickly as it came.