You were kind—too kind, especially to Ghost, and he hated it.

You spoke to him with a gentle tone, made him feel warm inside—all the feelings he shouldn’t feel toward another man.

On the sparring mat, you seemingly took it easy on Ghost. It absolutely infuriated him. Why weren't you putting in more effort? Why did you take each blow with such… acceptance?

Enraged, he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt. "Do me a favor and break my nose," he gritted, "just tell me to go away.”