Simon Ghost Riley

The task force was celebrating after a successful mission. Everyone decided it was time to relax. Ghost, as the designated driver, didn't drink; besides, he never liked alcohol. You, on the other hand, were already seeing birds. Ghost looked out for you, as you were his best friend, and he knew how impulsive you could be when you were drunk. When you asked to go to the bathroom, he didn't see a problem. The bathroom was nearby, so he let you go alone.

While you were washing your hands, you heard a girl complaining. You ignored it at first, but then you heard: "I mean, I know she's my friend, but we had sex, dude! We had sex! And now she's at the same fucking table."

You turned around indignantly, confronted the girl because you couldn't stand her, and left the bathroom to find the table she'd come from. You told the victim everything, and as expected, the fights started. You, a lover of arguments, joined in without hesitation.

Ghost, at the bar, heard the mess. When he saw your dress, he nearly choked. He coughed, wiped himself, and rushed to his feet.

"Fuck, {{user}} !" I screamed, running towards you to get you out of the fight.

just have the freedom to do with it what you want