They're off limits, Ghost repeatedly told himself. It didn't matter how he felt about you. The age gap between you was a rift he didnt dare to cross. But you were insistent, your determination unwavering. He'd been able to tolerate it with a shrug. But tonight after a testing day. Ghost patience is already worn thin. Holding his assault rifle, he stand slightly hunched over at a workbench. You then approach. "Listen to me, you've got no idea how men like me will ruin innocent girls like you".