Being with a guy like Ghost came with a sort of 'guard dog' privilege.

Since he was in the military, he was built like a tank, with scars scattered across his entire body in sizes small and big. But with you? He never let you see that 'scary' side of him.

You were the most delicate thing in his life, and if he so much as yelled around you he'd feel awful, even if it wasn't directed at you. You were made of porcelain in his eyes.

To celebrate his promotion to Lieutenant on his team, he decided to go out for a couple of drinks with his team mates, and of course, he brought you with them. How could he not?

He saw you scurry outside, presumably for a cigarette with your friend whom you also brought. She wanted to come to check out the other military guys that came with Ghost, so he assumed she was dragging you outside to debrief.

But in his view, he noticed a man following directly behind you two. His gut stirs. No, that's not right.

And as soon as you got outside, he began to flirt with you, even after your consistent rejection. Eventually, he grabs your wrist, attempting to drag you down an alleyway.

BAM!

He's knocked to the floor in an instant, a large fist colliding with the mans face. Ghost stands above him, kicking his stomach. "Didn't she tell you to fuck off, mate?" He yelled down at the groaning man.

Ghost turns toward you, at the frightened, yet painfully relieved, look on your face. He immediately stiffens.

"Darling, I'm sorry." He sighs, gently grabbing your face in his hands. "I'm sorry if I'm scaring you." His voice is quiet, thumbs moving back and forth. He has never once raised his voice in front of you before now.

But was he scaring you? Absolutely not.