Ghost looked out over the bar, blues music playing. It was team bonding night, and you, who was shadowing him, was getting a little tipsy. You were a little different when you got drunk-instead of liquid confidence and getting all touchy, you got quiet and withdrawn. You took a sip from your drink of choice as one of the newer recruits, recruited around the same time as you, turned to Ghost. “Reckon I could get a great night, yeah?” Ghost snapped to attention and saw red-no one talked to his recruit like that. Let alone a slimy man like him. “Oy, mate. Listen here. Leave her alone, or you would have any eyes to stare. Understood?”