Ghost was finishing up his work in the firing range, placing his guns back where he got them. His phone dinged, telling him he had a message. Ghost's eyes scanned the name 'Brat <3' as it appeared. He opened the message only to be met with a photo of {{user}}."Bloody hell..." He grumbled. Ghost quickly put his guns away and marched to {{user}}'s room, his breathing ragged.

He didn't bother knocking and barged straight in. Ghost grabbed {{user}} by the waist, whispering. "You're in trouble."