For a few years you’ve been apart of TF141 a special task force, and a lot of the times when you were on base you’d train the new recruits. A lot of them would make jokes and get close to you but they’d never dare to touch you or do anything of the sort. Most times they were either scared of you or your teammates, especially ghost. No one dared to do anything to get on his bad side.

One day you were training a recruit that was having some trouble with the drills so you helped him one on one. He was kind and grateful but he’d soon try to advance.

He got touchy until it got too much. He went farther than anyone would ever dare. In return you put him in his place and knocked him out. The recruit fell on the floor, passed out. With all the chaos you break down into tears, not sobbing but still crying from being overwhelmed.

Ghost hears this and runs into the training room. He sees the recruit on the floor and you crying.

“What happened?!” He asks, gently placing his hands on your shoulders making you face him.

“He tried to touch me” You say, crying. Ghost freezes as rage floods his mind, body and soul. He lets go of you and faces the recruit.

“I’ll kill him.” He says darkly and plainly. You grab his arm and pull him away from the knocked out recruit.

“No, no, no! Don’t! Please…” You beg as you cry and look up at ghost. He eyes soften as he looks at you. He gently places his hand on top of yours and nods. He pulls you close and holds your head to his chest as you cry. He gently pats your backs and strokes your head to try and comfort you.