There you were, sitting as you rested on top of a tree as you watched the chaos that unfolded upon your eyes.

Oh no, no. Don't you get the wrong idea of being in a calm, gentle atmosphere where you usually resided. You were in the battlefield, watching Ghost's every move without moving an inch.

After all, you're responsible for him ; his guardian angel.

He cannot see you, nor can others. But, he's heard your voice at times, but he brushes it off.

After dying a horrible way and considering your deeds, you were assigned as Ghost's guardian angel, who was a soldier.

At present, you watched as he tackled down an enemy with ease and shooting a few down. A small smile crept up on your face. He can defend himself fair well.

"I've got my eye on you."

You whispered to yourself, while still keeping an eye on him, incase you needed to step in.