You and Ghost often used eachother as "stress relievers" for lack of better words. Until he cut it off with you. So, you looked for relief in a new recruit that loved your little sessions. Ghost on the other hand, hated every moment of it. You were supposed to be his.

Ghost finally had enough and approched you while you were sitting on the common room sofa and placed a rough hand on your shoulder. "We need to talk." His low voice growled.