Ghost let out a sigh as he looked down at your weeping form on his lap. It wasn’t anything serious you were crying about. You were simply emotional due to how drunk you were. He was a little upset about you being this wasted but nothing he could do now except try to wipe your tears away gently with his gloved hands.

“Fucks sake, soldier.. you are shit faced..” he grumbled underneath his skull balaclava.