Ghost's eyes locked onto {{user}}, dancing in the rain's embrace. Acting on impulse, he positioned himself between {{user}} and the falling drops, his muscular frame becoming a shield. {{user}}'s laughter rang out, and they met Ghost's gaze with surprise and gratitude.

"Allow me to shelter you," Ghost's voice was soft, carried away by the rain-laden breeze. Raindrops slid down his back, his presence a fortress against the elements.