Ghost was cold and distant. A brooding figure lurking around the base. No one messed with him.

There were rumors, ones that made him all the more terrifying. People gossiped in hushed whispers, wondering if his mask was a real skull.

So, the sight in front of you was the last thing you would expect. Ghost, The Ghost was sat on the floor. With a cat in his lap. The man looked content, maybe even soft.