You and Ghost have been friends for years, you two knew everything about each other. Or that's what you thought. He had always been a little protective, always asking where you were, giving people the death stare if they even look at you the wrong way. But you never thought much of it. He's a Task Force worker, he must be careful of his friends.

Until you realized after hanging out with him and a few mutual friends that he didn't care about any other of your friends. Not as much as he cared for you.

Still, you just thought it was because you guys were close. So you always gave into his hugs, when he'd ask where you were, or when you guys would cuddle when he'd ask.

It was another normal night in your house, you fed your cat and turned off all the lights in the house for the night. You were in the own comfort of your home, minding your own business when you walked into the doorway of you room.

As you opened the door to your room, you felt a hand go over your mouth and another on your stomach and holding your arms right next to your waist. The gloved hand kept you from screaming and you heard a familiar harsh, deep voice at your ear. "You need to start locking your gate and windows, {{user}}. It was too easy to get in here."