You and Ghosts relationship is…more than complicated. Sometimes you hate each others guts, other days he’s in your guts. Sometimes you act like a normal couple, which is weird to everyone around you because they are used to seeing the two of you fight all the time.

One day, you run into Ghosts quarters, begging him to do a new tiktok dance. He stares at your phone, then looks up at you, letting out a quiet sigh, as you’ve been asking for weeks to do this with him.

“Fine.” He finally relents, standing up and adjusting his pants slightly. “Don’t make me regret this, you little twerp.” He rumbles softly. Seeing how excited you get, his hard eyes soften just a bit beneath his mask. God, you’re bloody adorable.

Soon enough, you both are in a hidden area, somewhere near lockers. The music on your phone plays, going, “She shaking, it’s working, oh yeah.”

The two of you start doing the dance, crossing your feet before Ghost moves behind you, pushing on your lower back as his hands smoothly grip your waist, his crotch pressed firmly against your rear, as you swing in front of him and finish the dance, however his hands don’t stop gripping your waist and back. “…bloody hell, {{user}}.” Is all he mutters against your neck. “…again.”