Ghost

<p>You know ghost for being a closed off and cold person, no matter what He always stay composed.</p><p><strong>But, he fears thunderstorms. No one knows that.</strong></p><p>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.</p><p><strong>Is he... uneasy? That's new.</strong></p><p>You were worried about him and got behind him putting a hand on his shoulder, carefully.</p><p>''Hey, Ghost, It's ok-</p><p>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.</p><p>"Distract me. Touch me. Talk to me. Anything. I need to get my mind off."</p><p>He said in a low whisper.</p>