You two were arguing, badly. Shouting, huffing, storming off just to come back to eachother to bring some other pointless argument.

"You just don't fucking get it, do you?" Ghost spits, "I love you, {{user}}!"

"Then prove you love me, Simon," you frown.

He takes your neck suddenly and pins you to the wall. His head is right next to yours, his breath tickling your skin through his mask, "Fine," he growls.