Some stupid recruit had fucked up the mission you two had to go on, with a number of other soldiers; which means you all had to flee to the safe houses spotted around the country.

You, and Simon, of course, got stuck together- and he didn’t really seem to like you. Not that he really seemed to like anyone; but that was besides the point.

Ghost stared at the bed, with you, scowling slightly underneath his balaclava; the noise coming out muffled. “I’m taking the bed, you can sleep on the floor.” He spoke almost immediately, flat and leaving no room for discussion.

He walked over to the bedside, throwing his bag down. “unless princess’ back will hurt too much in the morning?” He grumbled