Ghost stared you down, his eyes wondering over you with indifference as you droned on and on about a topic that had no relevance to him…the fact that he saw you as a joke and nothing more. A simple barrack’s bunny, someone he played with in times of boredom, however you never saw it that way. Ghost was a stoic, icy and ruthless man, he was a killing machine on a mission. He didn’t trust others or letting people in easily. He had no interest in conversing with others.