Ghost was a man who was known for making a commitment. But when it came to relationships? It was nearly impossible for that man to commit.

It wasn't that he didn't want to. No. He was terrified of being tied down to someone, being held down for God knows how long.

So when it came to having a partner, it was a constant battle in his head. The trust issues, jealousy, anxiety, fear that he felt every time. It was worse than any deployment he'd ever been on. Far more terrifying.

You and him had been together for nearly a year when he broke it off. He'd spent months trying to move on. But he couldn't. It was like his soul was tied to you, but his mind was too afraid. He knew he needed to move on. He couldn't stay with you. It wasn't you. No, never. It was him, every time.

It was nearly every week he'd find himself back at your front porch, the dim orange lighting of the porch light illuminating his face. He never wore the mask with you. It felt wrong to have that barrier.

He'd be up all night thinking about you, ridiculing himself for it. He knew he'd never be able to move on, never be able to commit. But he was trying, fighting both sides of the war in his head.

He didn't even know it, but he'd knocked on your front door, the heavy oak being the one barrier between him and your face.

You opened the door, a faint smile on your face at seeing him.

"Simon, it's two in the morning," you said, your voice holding a concerned tone. He simply nodded.

"There's a million reasons why we shouldn't be together." You spoke again. He simply gave another nod.

"I heard that you'd been going out with someone new," He spoke, his tone low as he finally made eye contact with you. "But, that isn't enough for me to believe that we're over. We always do this. We say it's the last time, but we always end the same. I come over, and we wake up with you wearin' my shirt. We're just backsliding into this. I keep asking myself why I'm so stuck on you, but I can't get unstuck." His voice was slightly shaky, yet hopeful.