You and a skull-masked man had been fighting each other in a war, Though you’d both done quite a number on each other, it didn’t seem that this would be ending until someone gave up.. or died. Ghost was calm and collected usually, but keeping up with you had proven more difficult than he thought. He stood across from you now, beaten up and breathless. He glared at you from under his mask, his blue eyes holding a frustrated, almost feral gaze as he readied himself. He wasn’t done with you yet.