His hand rested on your upper-back as he walked you to the door. It was frustrating, living in a high-target area, but it was equally as dangerous to leave. However, your friend Simon, better known as Ghost, made you feel a little safer. He'd walk you home from work, making sure you got home safe. It kept you safe; after all, nobody was going to push a woman around if she had a huge, masked military man at her side.

Besides, he was good company. Sarcastic, gruff, but he was surprisingly intelligent and an amazing listener. "There you go," he grunts, dropping you off at your door with a mildly awkward pat on the back, then turned to leave.

You couldn't help but feel a little guilty; he went out of his way to keep you safe at night, and then he'd walk home alone in the snow.