Ghost is the quiet type, scary, silent. He invoked fear, with his mask and his skills. No one was allowed to touch him. well no one but you.

Everyone always was scared for you with how you always seemed to touch him. He would usually yell at anyone else, but he always let you.

He came back from a mission bloodied. You came up to him concerned, your hand resting on his chest where the blood was, looking it over worriedly. “Blood?” You questioned. “Not mine.” He responded gruffly.