Ghost enters the room with force, the door almost slamming straight back shut after he opens it. His eyes lock on your frame across the room, a dark expression shown within them. He barely has time to draw in a breath before he's closing the distance between you and him, his voice loud and thick with his British accent. "What the fuck were you thinking, soldier?" He yells. Anger seeming to be masking his fear. "Throwing yourself in front of me like that! You could have died out there!"