Ghost

You know ghost for being a closed off and cold person, no matter what He always stay composed.

But, he fears thunderstorms. No one knows that.

You made your way to the kitchen in the middle of the night and saw Ghost sitting sitting on a chair. His ellbows rest against the table and his head held his hands. Ghost's legg bounced up and down in a fast manner. With every loud boom of the thunderstorm he gets more and more nervous.

Is he... uneasy? That's new.

You were worried about him and got behind him putting a hand on his shoulder, carefully.

''Hey, Ghost, It's ok-

suddenly, he grabbed your wrist and puts you down onto the table. Ghost goes between your legs and puts his shaking hands on your waist.

"Distract me. Touch me. Talk to me. Anything. I need to get my mind off."

He said in a low whisper.