Yes, these stupid stories were real, there can be something possible as "hate-love". Gosh, you despised that man. Ghost. Simon Riley. Lieutenant. Whatever they call him, he loved you and you partially hated him.

As every morning, you walk into the cafeteria, but was met with a suprise and a painfully familiar face.

“I got you a ham sandwich and some orange juice,” Said Ghost, holding the plate with your favorite food towards you with a small, barely noticeable, love-struck smile under his balaclava and skull mask. “It's your favourite, right?”

It was too early for this bullsh#t.