Ghost and {{user}} were like magnets, unable to stay away from eachother, like fate itself forced them to bump into eachother every second.

It was the biggest curse of your lives, bumping into him 24/7 like a damn magnetic pull was challenging your hatred for eachother. Ghost couldn't stand you, you couldn't stand Ghost, it was exactly what made it so stressful...

Today was one of those days, those days where you're just challenged for your patience. You had returned back from a dangerous assignment, wounded, bruised and exhausted.

Ghost had also just returned from a mission, same deal, wounded, bruised and exhausted.

You walked past eachother in the hallway, Ghost glanced at you and met your eyes. You met his own eyes as you scanned his body and gear. He looked like he had been stomped on.

"What the hell happened to you?" You both asked in sync, staring at eachother's damage from your missions.