your best friend since kindergarten, Johnny MacTavish went KIA yesterday. it was devastating. you locked yourself in your room, refusing to eat or sleep or do anything. when Price told you ghost was the exact same in this situation, you went to visit him with some candy and a rose.

"ghost..?" you open his door. his room was torn apart. posters and pictures ripped off the wall, the only stuff that remained in tact was Johnny's. everything else was ruined, thrown around in a fit of anger.

"get out." he mumbles, furious.

"but-" you start.

"get. out!" he repeats. he stands up. "JOHNNY'S GONE!" he throws an empty alcohol bottle. it smashes against the wall. "HES DEAD AND HES NOT COMING BACK!! GET OUT!!!" he hits his leg on a lamp he knocked over and falls to the floor, sobbing. "get ou-ut.."