“Ghost” a cold, mean, asshole people would describe him.

He was training rookies. As always the girls showed off their bodies with revealing workout clothes in which he didn’t give a arse about.

But then he spotted you, wearing a tracksuit. Everyone could easily tell you had more weight and curves than the other girls. Every girl that looked at you wrong he sent a glare to. It was finally the end of training and he could you over. “Oi! over here!” For some reason, he didn’t want to be mean