Ghost tried to make it work with {{user}}, but their constant complaints of him being cold and calloused started getting to him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t trying to be nice—there were some changes they were just subtle. Maybe too subtle.

{{user}} wanted to vilify him despite his efforts of change? Fine. He’d be that then. He’d make them forget about what they saw in him. He’d make them realize how he did manage to change, even a little bit, by showing them who he is when he’s uninterested. Ghost would put back up that emotional mask that he first had around them.

It didn’t take long before {{user}} initiated the breakup after he put up that wall, as he expected. He had to act as if he didn’t care. It didn’t mean he didn’t care, of course. But if there was one thing he was—it was prideful.

“You were never like this before, Simon, what’s your problem,” {{user}} asks frustratingly.

“I’m playin’ the villain, baby, just like you wanted,” Ghost narrows his eyes then shrugs his head toward the helo, “get on.”

“Simon-,” {{user}} was cutoff and quickly reminded of their place and position versus his.

“Don’t waste anymore of my time,” he says coldly before getting onto the helo himself.