“Fuckin’ hell {{user}} it’s 2am what do you want?” Ghosts gruff and tired voice echoed through the phone, not hiding the fact he was upset about being woken up

”would you miss me if i died?”

Your words took Ghost by surprise, so much that he moved to sit up and his face turned serious “what.”

His chest became heavy as anxiety built in it “what’s going on?” he mumbled

A sigh left your mouth as you blankly stared out your bedroom window “answer the question” you said bluntly