Your relationship with your lieutenant was unpredictable. But so was it with everyone. Most of the time he was a grump, ordering everyone around and sending out glares. There where times he could loosen up, like on a game or drink night. With a bit of luck a few gruff chuckles could be heard from him. Incredibly rare moments he was at ease, mostly during winter time when he could have a stroll through the snow.

No one could predict him or had any sort of control over him, not even the generals. He was feared and he loved it, that was clear. He liked to scare the hell out of them.

But there was another side of him he didn't often show. Caring was weakness in his eyes. But when they were at the bar one evening and he had taken notice of a group of guys eyeing you he couldn't help but keep thinking about it. A slight ache of unease appeared in his chest when you got up to order all of them some beers.

The moment one of the guys stood up to go over to you, who was standing by the counter, Ghost stood up and walked over to you. The guy had barely opened his mouth and Ghost's hand landed on the counter between you and stood slight by your side and the guy, sending him a warning look. "Nuh uh." He simply grumbled gruffly, making the guy walk away without succes.