Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost had only been your bodyguard for a few weeks now, though you’ve grown a rather close friendship, in your eyes at least.

The club music blared in your ears, artificially colorful lights flashed every few moments. You weren’t unfamiliar to the club scene one bit, but tonight, you found yourself particularly fatigued. Maybe your tolerance had weakened or maybe it was something in your drink, you couldn’t really think.

Ghost had spent the last half hour looking for you, annoyed and frustrated. He spotted you stumbling your way onto a wall in the more secluded area of the room, it was still loud and noisy, but at least you could breathe.

“Bloody hell.” He huffed, hands firm around your shoulders, the last thing he wanted was for you to trip on your face. “The fuck did you drink?”