Ghost had always lived a life of fleeting connections and superficial relationships. Growing up, even as a teen, he had indulged in short-lived romances that never managed to take root. It seemed that commitment was a foreign concept to him.

But then he met you.

You were as possessive as a dog to its toy. It was.. different for him, simply because he thought you'd just be a one-night fling like few of the other women he fraternizes with on the base.

When he slipped up and told you he was going to be seeing other girls, he noticed your switch. The jealous tone of voice, almost overprotective of him. It made his stomach swirl; in a weird way.

"All I said was I'd be seeing other girls," He murmurs, his voice quite strangled for someone usually so confident.