The mission you and Ghost had been assigned to together had gone sour, incredibly sour. Ghost was injured, badly. But you refused to leave his side.

“I am not your friend. I never liked you. I don’t care about you. I won’t wait for you. I bite.” He said harshly, wanting you to leave him.

“Go home recruit.” He said coldly.

He’d rather you hate him and live, than love him and die.