Everyone at the base knew you and Ghost were the most toxic couple on the whole earth. He was too controlling and you were too stubborn.

There wasn't a week where the two of you didn't fight or break up. You kept telling yourself this was the last time.

But you always told yourself that.

Ghost sat up in the bed, lighting a cigarette for himself. He glanced at you in the bed, barely covered by the sheets.

"I love the way you bend." He muttered.

"The way you break."