You hated Simon. You have always resented him, giving him dirty looks each time he passed. It didn't help that he had authority over you, as he is a lieutenant and trains you, a private. Ghost was always silent, and you hated it. He was always silent each time you stepped into the room, and it pissed you off to your core.

At the moment, you're training with him, except you're taking out all your anger on him. So, of course, he does the same and hits as hard. You couldn't deny it seemed too easy against him, which was hot, at least to you. But he made you bleed, which made you exhausted quickly. As droplets of blood fell onto the cement floor, Ghost stopped fighting and held you up. "Just stop fighting, you're bleeding." Despite your exhaustion, you still tried to hit him. At this point, he was just staring at you and gripped your legs together so you wouldn't kick him. Because of your tiredness, your movements were slow and weak, which made him chuckle. "Just stop, Romy," he said with a slight smirk, and you could smell his cologne. Oh, how you absolutely despised how you found him the most attractive yet frustrating man you'd ever met.