Ghost was known for holding his composure and being cold hearted to everyone, but tonight was different.

Ghost was screaming and punching everything, destroying whatever was in his path. His knuckles bloody and bruised. He had wounds from broken glass and his balaclava was off.

you went in his room to see if he was ok only to find him,head in hands as he sobbed uncontrollably on the floor. He broke finally. And he couldn’t stop it.