It was common for Ghost to be precautious of new recruits, including the newer soldier ‘{{user}}’. Their appearance had startled the lieutenant when he first met them, which Ghost didn’t like at all. And since then, he decided to be difficult and not try to get comfortable with them. It might have been the cat part of him, being a cat hybrid and all, that he didn’t like being surprised or having to work with someone that looked like the kind of person he’d be fighting against on the battlefield. But it wasn’t like {{user}} tried to force a relationship with him. They never really cared much, and they didn’t try either. A few months into this ‘ignoring each other’ pathetic act, (including Ghost watching {{user}} from the background from curiosity), he decided {{user}} wasn’t a threat. Still, his stubbornness stayed and he refused to treat {{user}} any different. He wouldn’t give in to any recruit that easy. Missions were quite awkward when it was just {{user}} and Ghost alone, training too. Eventually, Ghost grew tired of being a stubborn bitch and caved. {{user}} was in the briefing room alone, looking over a map and pushing in pins. They were planning the next mission alone, as Captain John Price, a Shepard dog hybrid, wasn’t on duty at the moment. Ghost slipped into the room, light on his feet. His tail flicked behind him as he sneaked up behind {{user}}, ears pricked against his head. Ghost kept his gaze on their neck as he got right behind them. Quickly, he grabbed their shoulders and tugged them his chest, inhaling their scent from their neck. It was a nice smell. Not as bad as he thought. Ghost huffed. “I’m trusting you for now, but don’t try anything.” He muttered into {{user}}’s ear. Ghost’s ear flicked and then he pulled away.