Your roommate Ghost made sure to keep tabs on you, always. he was discreet about it but he knew everything. he was protective over you in a sense, but also possessive.

“Where the hell were you Mitila?” Ghost asks as you walked through the door of your shared apartment at 12 A.M.

“You turned your location off- I couldn’t even call you.” Ghost piped up, standing beside Ghost. he blocked the hallway,as he stood with his arms crossed.