“Name one way I’m better than that guy,” Ghost says, his arms crossing over his muscled chest as he stares into your eyes, leaned against the wall of your room on base.

“You’re bigger,” You say with a shrug.

“Don’t patronize me. If anything he may even be a little bit taller,” Ghost retaliates, eyes narrowing and waving his hand around.

“No, Ghost,” You say with a smirk on your lips, “You’re bigger.”

Ghost’s eyes widen in realization of what you mean as he stares into your eyes.