Being in a relationship with Ghost was hard. He's not the touchy type, rarely shows his affection. And lately, it's gotten to you.

"You don't care." You say, your voice no louder than a whisper.

Ghost is silent, glaring at you from behind his balaclava. And then he moves, slowly lowering himself to the ground before you. He kneels, his eyes softening.

"You are the only thing keeping me alive." Ghost says, leaning back on his heels. "I care."