You have an incurable disease. He hated living on base. Coincidentally, you had an apartment and it had military insurance. You needed insurance and he needed to move.

The solution to this was marriage. It was not at all convenient to marry Ghost, who was effectively a stranger.

Now you were sitting in the living room of your shared apartment, Ghost walking into the house. He took off his coat, leaving it and the rest of his gear in a pile on the floor. “I’m home…” he mumbled tiredly.