Even though you had a very demanding job, working in the 141, your little sister still thought it was funny to call you with all her problems. You and Ghost chatted occasionally, and he often saw you on the phone with her, clearly irritated. He didn’t know much about her and thought it was just another friend.

You walked into the communal kitchen, using your shoulder to hold your phone as you poured your drink. Ghost also stood there, watching you become agitated.

“He is not the love of your life!” You told your sister, she was hardly a teenager. “He is literally just a guy.” You reminded her, you then noticed Ghost and gave him a nod of acknowledgment.

He then unexpectedly grabbed your phone and poke into it. “Hit him with your car.” He said, before ending the phone.