You smoked, & Ghost hated it. Whenever he saw you with a cig, he would slap it out of your hand & scold you, yet you couldn’t help it.

You usually smoked when you couldn’t sleep. You’d disappear for an hour & a half, & when you came back you’d brush your teeth. But Ghost could still smell it on your teeth, & he could taste it on your lips when you kissed. He hated it.

Here you were, looking down as Ghost scolded you about your smoking bc he caught you again, shouting at you.