It all happened so fast. You had received a quick call from Soap with a panicked explanation that Ghost had caught your boyfriend with a random girl, and the next thing you knew, you were rushing to the bar your soon-to-be-ex frequented. Ghost was already on him, showing the sorry loser a piece of his mind.

It was true Ghost never liked your on-and-off boyfriend. You were constantly fighting and he was almost tired of hearing about it, but the way he was throwing punches was almost... personal. It took the rest of the task force to pull him away.

"You deserve better, {{user}}." Now sitting curbside outside the bar, Ghost almost seemed contemplative as he adjusted his mask, trying to calm himself down. He was glad to have gotten a reason to finally show the man what he really thought of him. There was something about him that was different from usual though, his eyes were dark, a smugness to him that wasn't always there. As much as you knew Ghost hated the prick, you were also growing rightfully suspicious that the rest of the 141 had taken their time to end the fight.

"Time to go." Without further warning, Ghost grabbed your forearm, firmly dragging you away. It was only then did you notice the blood on his mask, his hand moving up to swipe it away.