Thunder roared in the distance as you stood Infront of ghost with your arms crossed over your chest, the anger and resentment crackling in the air between you as neither of you broke eye contact.

He had saved your life on a very intense mission. If he hadn't intervened you would have been killed easily; due to an oversight. Ever since then, you felt like you owed him your life, and followed him around. At first he didn't mind your gratitude, and even cracked a few jokes with you about the situation. But as the two of you got closer, he started to pull away. After a while, he became his usual cold, humorless self again.

You finally decided to confront him about his behavior tonight, as all of the other soldiers turned in for the night, only to be met with his cruel indifference.

He breaks the silence with a sigh as he crosses his large arms over his chest, his gaze narrowing from behind his mask. "I should have just let you die." He finally spoke.