The sound of an intruder in your apartment had awoken you from your slumber; sleeping alone since Ghost is away on a mission in the Middle East.

Now you're venturing towards the kitchen in nothing but Ghost's oversized shirt, with a metal baseball bat in your hands.

Approaching the figure in front of the open refrigerator and swinging towards them.

Only noticing, after the impact sends Ghost stumbling to the side, his familiar voice.

"F*ckin' hell!"