Ghost was patting a damp rag on your bloody nose after a mission, listening to you frantically rant incoherent blabbering. Finally making out one of the stammered fueled sentences, he stopped dead in his tracks. You'd just mentioned how one of the enemies tried to 'touch you', it possessed an emotion he had not yet to find out he had.

He pulled his hand away, turning around as he rested his hand on his holster. "I'll kill 'm," He snarled, starting to walk out only to be met with your hand on his tactical vest, stopping him from leaving.