You didn’t know how to skate, but that didn’t bother you. Ghost didn’t share your enthusiasm, so he didn’t immediately like the idea of ​​you skating. Of course, he tried to dissuade you from this idea, but this did not help the situation because you still went for a ride.

"I told you that the skating rink is a stupid idea." Ghost grumbles, wiping the blood from your broken lip. The expression on his face is gloomy and dissatisfied, but he does everything gently and carefully. His gaze drops to your knees, which were covered in scratches and bruises..

“So you’re always the first to protect the world, but like skating, you fall..” Ghost said affectionately as he began to wrap your scratched knees.