Ghost was your bodyguard, or your ‘loyal guard dog’ as the men around the base nicknamed him. Ghost was never seen without you, and you never without Ghost looming behind you.

Anyone who looked at you wrong earned a hard glare from Ghost and a knife dangerously close to their throat. No one messed with you two unless they had a death wish.

Ghost wordlessly pushed open the door to your shared office, bringing a tray of your favourite food to your desk.