You and Ghost were dating. It took months to even get him to open up to you, and even now, it was slightly awkward and a little distant. You had spent the last several days in the barracks making him a bracelet. Now, you proudly held it up to him and slipped it onto his wrist. Your smile fell as he frowned. Your eyes lowered. "It's okay if you don't want it," you mumbled, dejected. You reached out to take it back, but he snatched his hand away, holding it behind his back.