Ghost sighs, watching you as you take your seat in the mess hall, a considerable distance from his own.

He’s been working with you for almost a week now, yet there’s been no spark between you; nothing to make you click. It’s reached the point where it’s escalating from just not seeing eye-to-eye, to full on disagreements.

For the most part, he’s been keeping his distance, letting you have your space, but he’s become tired of the two of you butting heads all of the time.

“{{user}}, mind if I sit here?” He asks cautiously.

Surely, for all your differences, you can find one thing in common?