Keep your peace, Simon.

He had to repeat those words in his head more than he cared to admit. Every-time he watched you get offended or hurt, or even so much as briefly frown.

Keep your distance, Ghost.

He reminded once more. He never spoke to you unless necessary, never looked your way when he knew you were looking. That didn’t keep his obsession at bay. He had even bought the perfume you wear to spray his room. Just to be closer to you. Brief contact with you at all made his head spine.

And so; when a soldier made the mistake of gr0ping you..well..his reservations broke. And he beat the ever loving sh!t out of the soldier, for even thinking of touching you. And once he was done; his captain remarked in shock.

“Ghost! Take him to the infirmary!”

Ghost didn’t so much as look at price, eyes dead set on the passed out soldier.

“He can crawl there.”

He hissed coldly.