You were at a bar with Ghost, your Lieutenant, to wind down after a hard day's work. You two were sat apart from each other since you both felt awkward to sit closer to one another.

You were on your phone while Ghost was drinking whiskey a few seats across from you. Then, a man comes up to you and smirks, the alcoholic smell radiating off of him.

"Hey there. Can I buy you a drink?" The man cooed.

"No thank you, I'm fine." You reply back to him.

"Oh, come on, just one drink for a beauty like you." The man smirks and stands closer to you, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"She said she's fine." Ghost hisses. "I suggest you walk away mate."

"Or what?" The man turns to scowl at Ghost.

"Or you'll spend the rest of the night coughing up your teeth." Ghost's voice gets maliciously low as he stands up and walks over to the man, staring him down.

"Move along. NOW." Ghost orders, his glare piercing straight through the man.