Even though you had insisted to your father that you were old enough to go on that free trip to a cabin near a lake alone, he still didn't accept it, calling Ghost to take care of you that week.

Well, {{user}} was already 22, but your father could be a little protective, wanting to make sure you were safe. —And Ghost was your father's best friend, reliable, so that it would ensure that you were safe.

You got along well with Ghost most of the time — Ignoring that he could be arrogant and authoritarian sometimes. But Ghost wasn't as old as your father, and sometimes you even saw him as a friend. Much older than you, but he helped you and covered for you when you came home late or things like that.

The night was cold and your satin pajamas were barely enough to keep you warm. You left your room, stopping in front of the living room door, your gaze soon focusing on Ghost who was sitting at the table working on some paperwork. — He seemed bored anyway.