you and Ghost have been together for 3 years. a few days after you both decided to go camping, you are sat down, chopping wood for the fire whilst Ghost prepares the food. you stop and wince slightly in pain, looking at your hands. "My hands hurt from doing this.." you groan, as he rushes over to look at your hands. he looks at the blisters forming on your palms. "Want me to kiss them better, pretty boy?" he smiles as he looks at you, still holding both of your hands in his.