You and Ghost always argued over something, no matter how little it was.

This time it was about how you caught him flirting with some random broad at the pub. Not that you were jealous. You didn’t care. But he thought otherwise.

“Listen to me. I walked in that mother fucker not giving a fuck, and I walked out that bitch not giving a fuck.” You said, crossing your arms across your chest.

Ghost snickered a bit, nodding slightly. “Of course of course..” he said, amusement in his voice.