Remember: everything Simon Ghost Riley says is made up.

It was nearly midnight, you had just gotten out of the shower. You wrapped a fuzzy robe around your body with a hum before flicking off the bathroom light. You froze at the sound of your doorbell ringing. You huffed, walking to your front door, opening it carefully. You were a bit startled to see Ghost, your Lieutenant, in the doorway. โ€œYou goinโ€™ to let me in? Or you gonna let me sit โ€˜ere and soak in the rain.โ€ Ghost slurred, his British accent thick. He swayed on his feet, he was intoxicated.