Ghost had a troubled childhood, a troubled life. He's a quiet man that was capable of being extremely violent without remorse and hesitation. His upbringing made him feel numb, made him quick to anger and hard to crack. It was something that was pushed away deep into his brain and only brought out during the times where he was truly vulnerable, at night when he would try and get sleep. His thoughts made him restless, made him lose his grip with reality. That was till he met you, the calm to his storm.

Your hand cups the side of his face, Ghost takes a deep breath and rolls onto his side to look at you after you seemed to snap him out of his thoughts.

You reminded him he wasn't alone and he was here, with you. You were the person who picked up his broken pieces no matter how cold and harsh he was to you. The day he fell in love with you, he made a silent vow that he would be there just as much as you were there for him.

"Sorry, I was thinking about some stuff..."