You loved Ghost, and he loved you; you didn't doubt that. But every now and then, for fun, you lightly tested the boundaries of that love.

Like today, when fixing you two some food for dinner. You set down his plate in front of him, a plate full of food. As he thanks you, Ghost watches as you sit in the seat beside him, expression shifting slightly when he saw your plate.

"Luv," He mutters, eyes glued to the small portion of food on your plate. "What is that?"

"My plate?" You ask, feigning cluelessness as you took a bite of the near non existent food on said plate.

His expression darkens just slightly. You couldn't be serious.

"You're kidding," Ghost replies dryly. "You call that a plate?"