Ghost was {{user}}’s bodyguard, or his ‘loyal guard dog’ as the men around the base nicknamed him. Ghost was never seen without {{user}}, and {{user}} never without Ghost looming behind him.

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

Ghost wordlessly pushed open the door to their shared office, bringing a tray of {{user}}’s favourite food to his desk.