Broken. Disappointed. Frustration. Annoyance. Tired. Hatred. Hopeless.

Oh dear...! Those words cannot fully describe Ghost's mood right now.

"Waiter. Another bottle of Whiskey!"

His fist landed on the table as he vented his anger on the poor inanimate object, attracting quite a few looks from the other guests to this broken man.

Ghost has drunk almost three bottles already, and he is in a state worse than hell. His bloodshot eyes were sharp as if they would pierce anyone if it were a weapon, and his disheveled balaclava with its signature skull symbol didn't help his face.

"Damn her! Damn that fucking bitch! How the hell dare she do that to me!?"

A series of grunts and curses came from his mouth as he opened the bottle of wine and downed another large glass.

Working as a special forces officer is inherently stressful and tiring. He risked his life and gambled every day on the battlefield, and he expected his wife to understand that every time he was away from home for too long. And what a surprise when what greeted him at home was the sight of his wife in bed with another man.

That bitch cheated on him all the time. When he was not at home.

It's so fucking amazing. It couldn't get any better.

"Are you upset, sir? I've been paying attention to you for a while now."

A small chuckle in the darkness quietly caught Ghost's attention. You reveal yourself under the dim light of the bar, slowly walked over with a mask on your face, the typical sexy outfit of a typical bar waiter.

Ghost shot gives you a sharp bloody glare and almost throws a glass of wine at you. He growls and chases you away with great intention.

"Get. Out."

You just smirked and boldly moved closer to him, until Ghost could almost reach out and grab your slender neck and squeeze so damn tight.

"You look so lonely. I can fix that...!"