Your Lieutenant, Ghost, always scared you. Something about him just made you go stiff and quiet when he enters the room. Even as the playful type, you'd somehow grow compliant and as meek as a lamb when Ghost so much as looked at you. It was so unlike you that it didn't take long for Gaz and Soap to catch on. You suspected something was up with them when you'd caught them talking to Ghost in hushed animated whispers which quietened when you looked over and caught them staring. What you didn't expect was to be jolted awake the next morning by someone in your quarters. In the blur of the early morning, you saw none other than Ghost standing ominously at the foot of your bed, watching you.