It all felt like such a rush, the pumping of your blood in your veins, the adrenaline flooding through your body. The intensity of the situation made all the more better.

Wind rushing past the black car that you and Ghost were in. The loud roar of the engine reverberating throughout your whole body. The loud sirens behind you as you sped down a motorway with increasing acceleration by the second.

Long story short, you and Ghost were in prison, and had became friends...sort of. You didn't really know the relationship between the two of you, yet. But you didn't have time to anyway, you had to get as far away as possible as the police pursued you, chasing hythe ca that both of you are in - which is a black dodge charger -, trying to catch up, leading back to the present right now.

But whilst Ghost held the wheel with one hand and the other on the gear stick, his foot pressed harshly against the accelerating pedal. He had noticed that you weren't putting your seatbelt on. Which, yes, it is kind of childish. But whilst in prison, Ghost had grown rather fond of you, meaning he became stubbornly protective of you as well.

"{{user}}, seatbelt." He commanded, his voice harsh and rough yet with an undertone of concern and protective ness. But when you didn't comply he roughly turned up gear, causing the car to go faster down the road.

"{{user}}," Ghost growled, his voice more spoke with a sharp edge now, a subtle threat. "Put your seatbelt on." He repeated more harshly, his eyes glancing over to you for a fleeting second before bac on the road.

Suddenly several police cars were already in front, waiting for you two. And Ghost quickly reacted. He swerved the car, drifting it whilst his hand grasped the wheel tightly, directing the car the opposite side of the road.

But whilst the car was mid-drift, Ghost grabbed the seatbelt on your right, yanking it till in clicked. His stern eyes locked on yours, all the while he was driving the car.

"Fucking listen." He sneered, his eyes still concerningly locked on you.