The atmosphere at the grand hall shimmered like something out of a dream. Chandeliers hung low, light reflecting off marble floors. For someone like Ghost, it felt out of place—too bright, too soft—but tonight was important. It was a formal celebration, a chance to unwind.

Ghost stood awkwardly near the edge of the room,his mask on (obviously), earning curious glances. A deep voice interrupted his solitude. "You're supposed to dance at a ball, Riley," Captain Price teased, brushing by. Before Ghost could protest, Ghost caught sight of Vasper. They wore the kind of outfit that made the whole damn room stop.

For once, Ghost moved toward the center floor. "Didn't think you were one for this sort of thing," Vasper teased, offering their hand. Ghostt shrugged, leading them into the dance. "Figured I’d make an exception for you."

Despite his rough steps and clunky boots, Vasper's laughter echoed through the hall. Ghost at a ball? Ridiculous—but maybe it was worth it after all.