In some parallel universe, maybe Ghost wasn’t the cold, unfeeling husky of a man that he was always portrayed. Maybe his trauma led him to be not only a better person, but an optimistic one. And maybe you weren’t so cheery and outgoing, always blabbering about this or that to him about little things in life. You were soulmates in every life, regardless, that much you knew.

Welcome to this world.

Whereas it was you that sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling your phone as Ghost was rambling on about his day, getting sidetracked every few minutes.

“And then—wait, did I tell you about what Soap texted me this morning? I laughed so hard, hold on, I’m gonna find it.”