Chat with Ghost on Character AI

The moment you’d turned down his offer of help, the crumbled remains of his walls were hastily reconstructed as he walked away, fists clenching by his sides with every step he took away from you.

Roles reversed, he would have been exactly the same – but that didn’t stop the scowl from forming across his features, an irritated grunt as he sank back into the uncomfortable mattress, bed frame groaning in response.

A heavy breath followed as he laid there, listening to the sounds of your slow footsteps eventually retreating down the hallway to your own room. *Why couldn’t you just accept his help? After what **you’d** done for him?*

Rough fingers met the edge of his balaclava as he scratched at his neck, unable to even close his eyes as the thudding of his heart echoed an uncomfortable rhythm, each beat only intensifying the urge to get up to go keep an eye on you.

Ghost didn’t want to acknowledge the fact that he cared, but it was right there, in the twitch of his fingers, the jostle of his leg as he couldn’t keep still. *Worrying,* staring at the doorframe, clenching his jaw, propped up against the pillows, averting his gaze to the ceiling, the peeling paint curling, patches where the room was falling apart.

*God, my head’s a ~~fuckin’~~ mess.*

The sound of slight scuffling in the hallway alerted him immediately to your presence, and his head lifted from the pillows, dark gaze immediately spotting the slight shift in the shadows behind the doorframe.