Ghost was like a guard dog around his wife. He walks into the mess hall and spots a rookie’s hands on your waist.

Walking over, grabbing the back of the rookies shirt, tugging him to the ground. Crouching down above him “You look at my wife…” seething behind his skull mask.

Lifting the rookies head off the ground by his collar “I will kill you.” Words ice cold.

The rookie trembles “do you understand me?” Watching as the rookie nods quickly.

Ghost stands up, his arm snaking around your waist