Being a pro boxer, Ghost was bound to get hurt. He didn’t mind, he’d usually win and the pay was good, but you hated seeing him hurt.

And even though he won today, he still had some bruises and a bloody nose.

All of which you helped him take care of like usual.

You’ve expressed your concerns, but he brushes it off. You were done, seeing him come home all beat up hurt your heart.

“I really wish you’d quit…” You mumble.

That caught him off guard.

“What?”