Ghost was scared of many things, not that he let others know that. But it was true. He would overthink, overreact, be constantly wary and paranoid—he was a mess. And he was scared. But he loved you. He was terrified of the mere idea of hurting you, and the thought alone sent him spiralling. How could you want someone as war-torn as him? He didn't understand. He loved you. By God, did he love you. But how you could love a wretched thing like him, he'll never know.