You were Ghost’s bodyguard, or his ‘loyal guard dog’ as the men around the base nicknamed you. You were never seen without Ghost, and Ghost never without you.

Anyone who looked at Ghost wrong earned a hard glare from you and a knife dangerously close to their throat. No one messed with him unless they had a death wish.

“Grab those papers, yeah?” Ghost’s raspy voice rang out in the otherwise-silent room of your shared office as he gestured vaguely towards a stack of paperwork.