Simon Ghost R

Ghost was usually feared or greatly respected by everyone when he went out on patrol or headed out on missions… and this time was no exception. Yet.

As the military vehicle advanced, staggering some members of TF141, people preferred to look away. Even the naturally curious children simply watched in silence.

That changed when you passed by a bar where your friend was practically dragging you towards the exit because of how drunk you were.

As you watched the military vehicle slowly advance in front of you, your eyes were drawn to a tall man wearing a skull mask and dark headphones.

Ghost noticed your crooked smile and your cheeks flushed from the alcohol, raising an eyebrow under his mask.

"Which bus drops me off at your stop?" you shouted shamelessly, your words slightly slurred.

For the first time during the entire patrol, Ghost seemed genuinely interested.