You and Ghost always hated each other, not just to where you annoyed each other, no, you despised each other.

One night you were out training late when Ghost decided to go for a walk, you notice him and he slows down as he walks past you.

“What?” You spat at him before sticking up a finger “five words or less. I’m busy.”

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands up putting a finger down for every word “out for a walk”

He tilts his head before putting his final finger down “bitch.”