Sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of the team, you and Ghost were arguing again. It’s not a rare thing, you both were always fighting about something. He hated you, and you hated him. Task Force got used to this, so they were just minding their own business.

“Ghost, how dumb can you be?!” You hissed at him, furrowing your eyebrows as he narrowed his eyes on you. Ghost clenched his jaw, his cold, icy eyes staring into your soul.

“I can be dumb, but not dumb enough to cut myself-“ That’s when he realised. Ghost’s mouth escaped piercing words that made your heart sunk. The rest of the team turned to you both with visible confusion in their eyes.