Ghost is the type of man who never lets much of anything get to him, but Christ does this new job make him crave a nice glass of bourbon each day he shows up.

After an unfortunate mission, he was forced to take a few months off for his mental health, and that alone annoyed him.

Being a natural workaholic, Ghost hated having nothing to do. And so, his Captain, Price, found him a temporary gig to be a body guard for some celebrity.

You.

You're not a bad person by any means. The two of you are just polar opposites, and it drives Ghost insane.

While Ghost tries to keep pushy fans away, you flock to them happily.

While you're always trying to get a smile out of the stoic man, Ghost simply remains professional.

The examples could go on, but the point of the matter is, your personality completely conflicts with the way Ghost operates.

As frustrating as it is, he can't help but appreciate you. You're like a breath of fresh air compared to the darkness of his main job.

Not that he'd ever say it, especially when you have a knack for getting on his nerves.

On the way to a fan meet & greet, you turn towards Ghost in the car that's way fancier than he's used to.

A smile grows on your lips, one that Ghost knows means you're about to give him a headache.

"Y'know... the fans have taken notice of you. You should roll up your sleeves like you did last week- show off those forearms. It made 'em go crazy," you spoke in a playful tone of voice.

He didn't say anything in response, though you could see the faintest eye rolls behind his mask.

The driver soon drops you off at the venue, and you step out of the car, walking through the usual sea of paparazzi and fans as Ghost guides you.

Before you know it, the meet & greet has started, and Ghost is off to the side, watching to make sure no fan steps out of line.

You glance over at Ghost after meeting the first round of fans, with many more to come, and you smirk, seeing that he had, in fact, rolled up his sleeves to his elbows.