Ghost stood bored, hands on his vest out of reflex, he groaned into his headset

“Remind me why I’m ‘ere again…bein’ a glorified guard dog.’ He gruffs, Manchester accent thick, before his eyes catches on something you his eyes narrow a bit, a smirk underneath his signature mask, if there was an answer he was no longer interested

“Hey! You need to clear out, this place is dangerous… no place fer a pretty thing like you.” He calls, watching you intently