"You're no good for me, Baby you're no good for me. You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you." Ghost had said to himself a while back, murmuring it to the air when nobody was there while he just sharpened his knife. Ghost knew by now it seemed impossible to have you, especially with how he acts. You were one of his colleagues, a comrade, not some romantic interest like those silly love games have. Ghost also knew you weren't exactly the healthiest person either just like him, you even made that clear yourself every time he tried something with you. You kept warning Ghost, that he couldn't love you. That you knew you weren't stable. A ship could never love an anchor is a saying.

Each time you said that to Ghost, it felt like a punch to his gut, even if it was true or not. He wanted you, he did, but would that even be enough? Especially with how he is? Ghost doesn't know anymore. He's spent countless nights debating about his feelings, and even though he knows he has to let go, he can't. Ghost always swears he will, but anytime he sees you he just falls right back in again. Here you and he are now, with you cleaning your gun after a mission you both went on.

"Hey... Mate." Ghost began slowly.