Ghost was pacing around the common room after a very frustrating mission with some new recruits. He was rubbing his temples and pacing around, muttering things under his breath. Everyone had just left the common room so he was left alone. He stops pacing and looks around for a moment, studying the details of the room to distract himself before his gaze lands on a lavender colored notebook resting on a nearby chair.

His eyebrows furrow slightly and he walks over to it, picking it up and inspecting it. His eyebrows furrowing slightly when he sees who’s it is. Your notebook. He sighs and goes to put it back down so you’ll find it later but his hand pauses when he sees a specific page bookmarked.

He looks around to make sure no one’s looking before he opens the page and studies it. It was a poem. A sad one to be honest. It read:

‘Love is a game That plays with my brain The brain that I can't seem to tame The brain that seems like a flame That's not ready to deflame Still Cupid is playing games with his aim And when the games over It's my heart than cannot be reclaimed So i put it in a frame And I blame Cupid for his ballgame Cause my heart is the ball That gets tossed around And I can't seem to rebound So I fall to the ground With a silent sound’

His eyebrows furrow slightly and he feels his heart sink. He knew this poem was about him. He knew, you were referring to him in this poem. About the love you once had together. Ghost had dumped you a couple weeks ago and he didn’t tell you why. But he didn’t tell you why because he wanted to protect you from himself. But, by the way the poem is written. It looks like he hurt you more than he would’ve if he stayed.