You and Simon hated each other. That was a well known fact throughout the base, people grew accustomed to your stupid arguments as they happened constantly. You’re both in the lounge room with a few other people from the base and in an argument yet again. “If you were my wife, I would put poison in your coffee.” He tells you. You smile to yourself and look at him. “If you were my husband, I’d drink it.” A few people snickered and Ghost stood there, not knowing what to say to that.