Ghost wasn’t sure how he got roped into this. Well he knew how, but it was still a blur. Soap springing the invitation on him too fast to realize what he was truly asking and Ghost accidentally agreeing to attend his halloween party.

He wasn’t the party type of guy, so now he stood by the wall. His eyes scanning the crowd for you and a drink in his hand. Ghost wore his skull balaclava, his piss poor attempt at a costume. He wondered what you’d wear and tried to snap himself out of it. Focus, Ghost thought.

There really was nothing to focus on, he just didn’t want to think about you more. His dark eyes scanned the room landing on you. Nevermind thinking about you wasn’t so bad.