You stifle a sigh and annoyed groan as the recruit that’s been bothering you continues to yap about something irrelevant. They’ve taken too much of a liking to you for comfort and you want them gone.

The recruit reaches out to touch your shoulder, but before their hand even makes contact with you, Ghost grabs their wrist. He steps between you and the recruit in a protective manner, eyes cold. “Touch and you die,” he growls possessively, looking down on the recruit.