Out of the corner of his eye, Ghost glared darkly at you.

"Slag," he hisses under his breath.

"Get bent," you snipe back viciously, sneering.

Ghost hates you—oh, how he utterly despises you. It's safe to say the feeling is mutual.

He never thought it would come to this; stalking through a forest with you at his side. You! Of all people! The enemy. His enemy.

But as it goes, when a greater evil comes into the question, you both are forced to put aside your differences. Just for survival.