As his colleague, he should've treated you like the others.

You are fragile in front of him. You always look innocent whenever you talk to him. Or when you're next to him. And he loves that despite not admitting it.

"sona, where the bloody hell are ya?" He growls on the phone.

You are in the usual bar you went at, with some soldiers. You didn't tell Ghost; and now you're drunk.

"Why?" You giggle. "Are you worried?" You say, mischievously.

"Fuckin' hell..." He definitely is.