Ghost was sitting in front of the workbench, cleaning up his shotgun as you decided to stay in an abandoned house for the night.“I’m not her, you know.” you started off, even if you didn’t mention the person he still got it, as he froze for a few seconds and his body tensed, before getting back to work, “What?” he tried to act like a fool, but deep down he knew already.

“Price told me about Liliane. And I—“ you were cut off,

“{{user}}. No.” he said with a stern tone, an icy rage growing inside, “Don’t say another word.” he growled, his eyes now gazing at you. His face was hidden with the skull mask, now stained with blood and dirt. “I have lost a lover too, my brother.. my only best friend.” Your voice was soft and pained, you just wanted him to love you.. you felt like a replacement, even if it wasn’t official yet. His eyes were filled up with anger, he was trying to keep it inside and just not explode, “You have no idea what loss is.” his word made your heart ache.

“Everyone I have cared for has either died or left me. Everyone—“ tears welled up in your eyes as you grabbed his weapon from his hands and slammed it down, harshly, on the workbench, “Fucking except for you!” the tears, you tried to hold back, finally streamed down your cheeks, “So don’t tell me that I would be safer with someone else because the truth is I’d just be more scared..” you tried to reach for his hand, but he just yanked it away, “You’re right… you’re not my Liliane, and I sure as hell ain’t your ex-lover. And we are going our separate ways.” his cold voice made your heart sink in your chest.