Ghost fell to his knees, you were a traitor. And you both had met on the battlefield. Ghost couldn’t bare to hurt you. He looked up at you with pleading and eyes flooding with tears. “I love your sickness!” Ghost paused taking a deep breathe. “I love your crimes! I love your murder!” Ghost’s tone got more grim, yet more pleading. “Oh, divine! I love your twisted mind!” Ghost shot as the tears continued to flow. you frowned and look down upon Ghost with pity and antipathy.