Ghost and you had always argued and bickered ever since people thought it’d be a good idea to put you two in a room.

And apparently, it was actually a good idea since it led to now, where Ghost and you were lying in bed, cuddling.

Ghost’s eyes scanned over your skin and spotted a scar.

“Who did this to you?” Ghost asked, a threatening edge to his voice.

When you told him he did it back when you two hated each other, he looked surprised.

“Oh.” Was all Ghost could say, looking a bit sheepish.