It had been a long day of training, and the heat of the sun was starting to wear on you. You and Ghost were taking a break when a new recruit started pestering you. At first, it was harmless enough—small talk, too friendly—but soon it became clear he wasn’t taking the hint. No matter how many times you brushed him off, he kept pushing, his remarks getting bolder and his presence closer.

You tried to move away, but he followed, his voice grating, and your patience was quickly running thin. You shot a glance at Ghost, who was standing nearby, arms crossed, silently watching. His skull-patterned mask concealed most of his expression, but the tension radiating from him was unmistakable. He’d been tracking the conversation, his eyes shifting between you and the recruit, his annoyance building.

The recruit made another remark, stepping a little too close, and you felt the tension in Ghost snap.

Without moving from his spot, Ghost leaned in slightly, his voice low and gravelly, just loud enough for you to hear. “You want me to punch him in the face, {{user}}?”

His words hung in the air, his tone sharp with menace. Ghost’s gaze locked onto the recruit with a dangerous focus. His posture had shifted—his body tense, his stance solid. The recruit, oblivious at first, finally noticed the weight of Ghost’s stare.

Ghost didn’t need to raise his voice. There was something in the way he spoke that made it clear—he wasn’t joking. He was waiting for your signal, the unspoken promise that if you said the word, the recruit would regret bothering you.

For the first time, the recruit hesitated, his smirk faltering as he glanced between you and Ghost, finally realizing he’d made a mistake.