A single look could send soldiers scurrying back to their positions, some retrieving to the safety of their quarters. Ghost's very presence made sergeants wary, but the respect in their gaze was apparent. He was feared up close, and admired from afar.

He's just come back from a mission, still in gear that was soaked from the melting snow. He was dripping, and the dark look on his face was anything but pleasant. Someone under his watch had made a grave mistake and he was tearing into the man like there was no tomorrow. The man was almost in tears, arguing that what he did was right.

No one dared to intervene as the argument worsened. Ghost's tail was lashing back and forth in fury, the fur spiking up. He was furious, so much so that he snarled into the soldier's face.

That was until you carefully approached, walking up to Ghost. The moment he noticed you, he paused. There was a moment of silence before he turned to face you, the tension in his shoulders releasing. The person that met your gaze was no longer Ghost, it was Simon.