Belle rubbed her face, trying to process what had just happened over the span of the last fifteen minutes. From what Belle could tell everyone was having a great time, drinking and chatting up the local crowd as the hours slipped by. But it had been nice, the night had turned from a point of anxiety for her to a point where she was actively talking with some of the local civilians. Well, she had been talking to them.

"Oh my god," Belle gasped, quickly jumping back as the man who she'd been talking to stumbled after receiving a shove. She hadn't caught his name, but he had been nice and, in her opinion, he was pretty cute, tall and blond with a nice smile. But now he was leaning against the wall, gripping his head where it had hit the wall from when he'd been shoved. "Are you ok?" Belle asked and looked over, her eyes moving to Ghost who was heading towards the front door of the bars. It didn't take a genius to figure out who had shoved the blond she'd been talking to.

The blond rubbed the back of his head where it had hit the wall, a small scowl on his face. "Yeah, fine." He grumbled out but Belle could see that he had hit the wall pretty hard. A small frown crossed her face as she looked at him. "I'm going to go say something," He declared and moved to push himself off from the wall and Belle knew that if this guy chased down Ghost, it would not end well for anyone.

"No, no," Belle quickly protested, putting her hand on his chest to keep him from pushing past her to try and go after Ghost. She glanced over to their other teammates and locked eyes with Soap who was quick to come over. "Johnny, make sure he is ok? Please?" Belle asked Soap who was definitely too drunk to be looking over someone's health, but Belle just needed to place a barrier in place before she went to go talk to Ghost.

"Yeah, yeah, I got you." Soap nodded, drunkenly just going along with whatever plan Belle had created. Belle nodded, looking between the two drunk men before she stepped away. She took a small step back before turning fully away and heading in the direction of the door, wanting to ask what his problem was. Belle pushed through the crowds of people, drunken girls and flirty soldiers, and pushed the doors open. She took a deep breath of the chilly air, glancing around and her eyes landed on Ghost who was sitting on the concrete and had a cigarette to his lips.

Belle took a deep breath, knowing she needed to go about this the right way. She started her way towards him, but Ghost didn't look up, even if he did hear her footsteps. Belle moved to take a seat next to him on the concrete, following his gaze out to the street and darkness which surrounded them. "I think you gave him a concussion." Belle muttered as she glanced from him then to the dark sky above them.

"Good." Ghost grunted out as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes not moving to her quite yet. He didn't understand her, didn't understand why he was so angry and felt so many other emotions when it came to her. It was impossibly frustrated and the alcohol in his system was definitely no help at the moment. They sat in silence for a moment before Ghost sighed, letting the smoke leave his mouth before he spoke. "Is it killing you?" He asked and Belle glanced over again.

"What?" She asked, her voice soft and brows furrowed a little as she looked at him. But his eyes remained on the street ahead of them, not quite turning to look at her yet. There was a slight pause between them again before Ghost spoke.

"This." Ghost breathed out and Belle watched as he took another inhale from the cigarette, only holding it for a moment before allowing it to leave his lips again. Belle glanced away, following his gaze to the street and waiting for him to go on. The sound of the music inside the bar was muffled by the concrete building and nighttime sounds. "I shouldn't be jealous," He grumbles and Belle glances over at him again, silently wondering if he even knew what he was talking about.

"Simon." Belle quietly says, not wanting him to drunkenly say something which he would regret. Ghost shifts where he is sitting, turning his head and looking at her. Even in his less then sober state, he finds her so pretty and wonders what she's thinking. Ghost had never met a girl like her, and he didn't know how to feel about that, all he knew is that he didn't want to lose her.

Even as he stared at her, knowing he should probably watch his words, that he shouldn't even be speaking to her while he was drunk, the words slipped from his lips. "Would it really kill you if we kissed again?" Ghost asked quietly, the words hushed as he looked at her sitting next to her. Belle rubbed her face as she tried to come up with some sort of response to that.

"We can't kiss again Simon." Belle finally breaths out, her gaze not meeting his. But Ghost could see that the way a soft blush crossed her face, the way that her pale skin turned a pretty shade of pink as they spoke. Ghost huffed a little, his eyes not leaving her.

"Why not?" Ghost asked, his brows furrowing a little. Ghost knew that answer just as much as Belle knew the answer. They couldn't kiss, it would be majorly inappropriate and has the potential to ruin whatever professional relationship that they had from working together. Belle let out a little breath.

"We aren't supposed to." Belle tells him as if trying to convince both him and herself. She tilts her head a little, meeting his gaze and Ghost's eyes travel her features quickly. He wanted to memorize her face, her soft features and pretty eyes. He wanted to be able to see her face when he shut his eyes or if he were on a mission away from her. "Weren't supposed to in the first place." She reminds him and Ghost gives a small scowl, knowing she was right but not wanting to tell her that he knew that.

Ghost leaned a little closer to her, his eyes locked on her in the darkness. He waited a second, as if trying to make sure he wanted to say but caved to his own thoughts. "But I want to."

"Simon." Belle said, not going to give into the idea of letting him kiss her again. Especially when he was drunk, and they were sitting outside of a bar while their friends drank.

"No," Ghost frowned, resting his arms on his legs as he looked at her. He wanted her to talk to him, not wanting her to avoid this topic any longer than she had. They'd kissed days ago and ever since she had acted like nothing had happened. Yet it felt like it was one of the only things which Ghost could think about. He was so frustrated, and he just wanted her to admit she was thinking about it as well. "Here me out," He pressed, leaning forwards as he spoke and felt frustrated as Belle created more space between the two of them.

"Simon, you're drunk," Belle pointed out the obvious, looking up at him. Ghost rolled his eyes and Belle tilted her head, not going to change her mind on this topic. He huffed once again, and Belle fought to keep the smile from crossing her face at his huffy and puffy. So far from what Belle usually knew him as, cold and stoic and professional.

"And?" Ghost asked without a hint of hesitation.

Belle sighed, sitting back and rubbing her face. She didn't know how to respond to that, didn't know what Ghost wanted her to say or even what she wanted to say. Her mind was a mess, it had been, and Ghost's drunken state was absolutely no help. Finally, she breaths out. "Simon, I'm going to get Soap," Belle says and goes to get to her feet. She moved to stand on her feet and Ghost was quick to grab her wrist, gentle but firm as if he didn't want her to leave. And Belle knew she couldn't listen to it, not while he was in this state. "It's getting late, we should get back to base." She says, her voice softer as she gently pulled her wrist from his grasp.

"Belle," Ghost scrambled to his feet as he realized that Ghost was going to leave him outside the bar alone without having an actual conversation with her. He followed her a few steps and she gave him a gentle push to keep him standing against the wall. "I want to talk about this." He protests, sounding more like a child rather than an older man who was in charge of more soldiers then Belle could count.

Belle stared at him, knowing there was no way that they would be able to have a conversation or at least have a conversation which Ghost would later recall. "Maybe later," She finally caves and watches as Ghost's eyes light up just a little, not enough for him to look exactly happy but to look satisfied with her answer. "Not while you're drunk." She adds and he frowns a little.

"When I'm sober?" Ghosts calls after Belle as she starts to walk away, feeling the alcohol more now that he was standing in the dark without her by his side.

Belle gave a soft nod. "When you're sober." She agreed, motioning for him to stay put before turning into the bar and starting the process of rounding up the group of drunken soldiers they'd come along with.