Ghost was the kind of guy who never liked depending on anyone. Stubborn to the bone. But after a grenade blast left him blind and got him discharged from the military, things changed whether he liked it or not.

He was assigned a caregiver, which he hated right off the bat.

One morning, you tried to help him with his shirt.

"Let me help you get that on-" Before you could finish, he snapped.

"NO. I got it."