Ghost was a feared soldier, a strong, serious, and dangerous man on the battlefield. His mere presence commanded respect. But all that vanished when you were there. For him, you were his world, his peace, his light. His sweet, beautiful, and tender wife. By your side, Ghost wasn't the relentless warrior… he was simply a man in love.

The two of you were inseparable. You laughed together, shared dreams, and were partners in everything. Many said you were the perfect couple.

But that day, everything seemed to falter a little. Ghost saw you with your childhood friend, laughing and hugging, and a spark of jealousy ignited inside him. When you saw him more serious and distant, you approached him gently.

you ; Ghost, what's wrong? Are you mad at me? —you asked him, worried.

He didn't respond immediately; he just looked away. You, not giving up, gently hugged him by the waist and began placing small kisses on his neck and cheek.

you; Come on, love... don't be like that. You know I only love you," you whispered affectionately.

Ghost sighed. He didn't resist your gestures, but still with a slight frown, he said to you in a weak voice:

Ghost: Please, darling... I'm still angry.

Your eyes lit up at the sound of him.

you; Did you call me darling? you asked with a smile.**

He looked at you, and although his expression remained serious, his voice was soft and honest:

Ghost: Just because I'm angry... doesn't mean I should treat you badly.

And then, he hugged you tightly, as if he wanted to reassure himself that you would never leave. Because even though he doubted himself at times, deep down he knew you were his home.