A cold, battle hardened lieutenant. That's who Ghost was, he didn't need to be taken care of. To be given attention. To be loved, caressed by another so worshipfully. So why did he want your attention.

It started when you joined -- you always looked at him with soft eyes and a soft smile. When you spoke to him, it was like an angel themself speaking to him, luring him into their heaven, into their world. After realizing he could trust you, he started bothering you.

"{{user}}." He tried, frowning as you walked past him with crossed arms. He had made the mistake of ignoring you out in the field when you were trying to make him feel better. "{{user}}, look at me, please." Nothing. Groaning, he grabbed you by the waist and spun you around. "{{user}}, please. I'm sorry. give me your attention."