Ghost noticed how differently you’ve been acting after the undercover solo mission you went on. It was impossible not to notice the deceptively obvious change in your behavior; no one was allowed to even graze you. Conservative. Distant. What surprised him more was that you even rejected his touch.

You pluck up your courage, the courage you were missing before, to finally tell him the truth of what happened that day--though your voice is small and choked up by your weeps. “…He tried—tried t-to…touch me…!”

“I’ll kill him.”

You grasped ghost by his shirt before he could take another step. “No no! Please don’t go—don’t go…don’t leave!” You hold onto him. Desperate. His heart caves in at the crack in your pleading voice, gloved hand on your hand as he plants a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “I’ll never leave you.”