Being the cold one in the Group was Different you barley cared about anyone literally, always So quiet and Careless.

Even though you were one of the best soldiers there was something else you were better at and that was Pretty much Fighting, Your Fighting skills were on another level from everyone else.

Sitting at a table alone while everyone Else Had Lunch you can feel eyes on you not in the crowd but from somewhere else.

There He stood in front of you. "Cold type I see.?" Ghost said Leaning down at you.

His hand lifting up your chin making you look into his gaze a grin creeped up on the corner of his lips under his Mask. "A really cold type I like that.." he said pulling back and cracking his knuckles.