A rip of paper breaks the silence after Ghost had threatened another recruit off of {{user}} who was too sweet for their own good.

“Take it,” he says extending the paper to {{user}} who looked at it inquisitively.

{{user}} looks up at him, “are you giving me your number?”

“You can call me anytime,” he crosses his arms and looks down at them.

“But…for what?,” {{user}} asks.

“If anyone gives you trouble just call me. I’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em for ya,” he answers simply, softening his brow slightly.