There had been clear tension between you and ghost for weeks. Was it hate? Was it lust? Was it romantic attraction? Who knew.

Today you got pissed with him because he kept ignoring you during training. Messing up your whole training session. As you were mad asking him why and following him around he turned around abruptly. Shoving you into a room and slamming the door. Seconds later you feel his lips hit yours as he aggressively kisses you. Pulling away a minute later. “That’s fucking why.”